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Date: Tue, 23 May 2000

This is the story of my personal experience with God and my firsthand experience as He performed a miracle, well, two miracles..... my sons.  The hospital staff referred to them as "Baby A," and "Baby B." 

When I was  31 1/2 weeks pregnant, just under eight months along, I went into preterm labor with my twin sons, also my first children. The pregnancy itself was a difficult one; I had to quit working and was placed on bed rest with only bathroom privileges. My bloodpressure rose weekly. I saw my doctor every week so he could monitor the boys and me. At 5 months, he started me on steroids to hasten the boys' lung development. 

As I lay in the ambulance rushing to Little Rock, I remember thinking, "Dear God, please take care of us..."  And that He did. At 1:35 a.m.  my first son, "Baby A" was born, weighing only 3 pounds and 8 ounces. He was whisked away from me immediately and I never saw him until 2 p. m. that day.  "Baby B" was born at 1:36 a.m., weighing 3 pounds 11ounces. He too was whisked away before I saw him. However, God was already working. 

On the delivery table, my blood pressure was so high, the doctors were concerned I would have a stroke. I did not. In recovery, I saw "Baby B" go by me in an Issolette. He was  screaming and very pink. Thank you, God, I thought.

The next days and weeks were the worst imaginable. They both had apnea and would forget to breath. This day, the first born had a seizure. The day after their birth, they were put on ventilators. The next day I was asked to sign a consent form to allow a blood transfusion for "Baby A." On Christmas Eve, as I prepared to leave the hospital without my babies, a pediatrician asked me to allow the babies to be transferred to Children's Hospital. 
At Children's the boys were separated due to space, but were stable. I remember each day,
leaving the hospital without my children, feeling like the loneliest person on earth. At night, I cried myself to sleep and prayed that the phone wouldn't ring. Because I just couldn't handle bad news. I would awaken in the middle of the night and call the hospital and speak to my boys' nurses and ask them for an update and ask them to tell the boys I love them.

When they were 4 weeks old, and off the ventilator, we had to teach them to suck a bottle. They were fed mainly by feeding tubes but learned gradually to suck. However, they couldn't remember to breath as they ate and would turn blue often for lack of oxygen. God fixed this problem too. 

When we were able to hold the boys with all their tubes and IV's, I would rock them and sing, "Jesus Loves Me" and say prayers with them every night. They love that song to this day. Another obstacle hit us when they were five weeks old.  "Baby A" aspirated and was put back on the ventilator. He had to be sedated every few hours and his head was held down to the bed with diaper pins and ace bandages. It was the most pitiful sight, he would struggle to
get up and see. I would cry in agony as I held one son, and sang "Jesus Loves Me" and watch the other one struggle. I could barely choke out the words. But I knew God heard me and would keep my boys safe.

At six weeks old, both boys were home. It was so chaotic the first weeks, but I was given patience by God. I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me! At five months old, both boys are healthy and weigh over thirteen pounds. They laugh, coo, and smile every day. I remember God's miracles each moment that I hear them laugh or cry...and I am able to handle the bad times because I know God will always be with my family.

I thank God for my boys, and for a wonderful husband, Trey. We are a team! All things can be accomplished when we work together. My cup runneth over with a precious family and good friends.

I wrote this letter to inspire anyone who needs encouragement. Even when the world says, 
"you can't do it," or in my case, "they won't survive", know that God sees no limits and can do anything! God bless you all.


Thank you Amanda for sharing the story of your miracles.
God is still creating life!  We look forward to the updates on their progress.
Jeremiah 29:11 says:
"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord,
thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."
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