About this time a few years back, I was pregnant with little madam. I was over the moon, and couldn’t wait to meet this babe! I remember I had always prayed for a girl first, so that we could be best friends like my mom and I. 😆

I was so over the moon, and couldn’t wait for my bump to show! I wanted people to notice me small, and ask me questions about my due date ( also get up for me to sit when the train was full abeg 😂😂😂).

Little did I know that I won’t rock a bump with that pregnancy.😓 At just 25 weeks, my little madam decided she was done being held up in one small sac! She decided to show face by hook or crook! Chei, I cannot ever forget that night. Hubby and I were watching America’s got talent o. Little did I know our lives were about to change! Anyway, long story short sha, that night, I went into labor, and in less than three hours madam was out! That was the beginning of super story plus telemundo drama. 😅😅😅 I look back now, and I can laugh. Hmmm….

This babe weighed barely 500grams, was so sick, it was scary. We were told not to expect much. I remember the “if she survives, she might never be able to walk or talk” discussion, and many more. Mr.X and I became the closest ever. ( Isnt it amazing how trials can pull you closer to someone you already thought you were very close to?)

This period was dark…really dark. All we had to hold on to were words from our Heavenly Father, the one who gave us the gift in the beginning. After a heart surgery, endless tests, blood transfusions, brain bleeds… My people the list long no be small, God allowed us take this baby home, hale and hearty.

Tonight, I sit here, very emotional. Why? She starts school tomorrow! She has her uniform hanging in her closet, her shoes out, her bag packed. Hmmm…I am in awe of my Heavenly Father. The one who loves us even when we act badly, the one who patiently waits for us to talk to him, the one who is always ready to hold us tight when we need his warmth and comfort. Numerous times, I went to the hospital chapel, simply asking him to help me feel his arms around me. I cried… Several times, I broke down in random places.🙈🙈🙈 I will see a mom in a wheel chair, being pushed to her car with her new baby in her arms, and I will cry. I will get another disheartening call from the hospital about something else they had just found, and I will  cry. Gosh, I cried… Each time I asked for him to give me a miracle regarding little madam, he did. He saw my tears, he heard my cries, and he gave me a miracle.

Tonight, I am reminded of the God that I have, the one who is always ready to prove himself to me, the one who makes the impossible look so easy. I remember how NICU nurses used to say I was delusional whenever I said my daughter will leave the hospital before her due date, and with no hospital gadgets attached to her. They felt I wasn’t being realistic. To them, I was refusing to face my reality. Little did they know. The God who speaks a word and ensures it comes to pass had told us she will be fine, so, we simply believed and threw everything else out of the window.

Again, I am reminded of the sovereignty of my Heavenly Father. I am reminded of his limitless power, his strength, his mighty arms that deliver. Hmmm…words fail me.

Dear Father, I am thankful for every single victory you have won for me; those I see, those I don’t. Thank you for always being my rock, my hiding place, my comforter, my song. Thank you for the gift of my baby. Thank you for her life, thank you for her being, thank you because You have made her a wonder.

Thank you because she grows up to be all you want her to be. Thank you because regarding raising her, we won’t fail you. Above all, thank you because she continues to be a testimony, and a beacon of light to many.

My gracious father, I stand in awe of you again tonight, and all I want to say is thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I am grateful.

Please help me to never ever forget your many blessings.

Your baby,

Mrs. X