It was mid-evening on October 1994. My wife was calling me to the back room of our apartment. “Sam, something is wrong! I can feel the baby coming!” she said to me. In shock, I helped her to the car and we rushed to the emergency room at St Clair Hospital. Ellen was 26 weeks along in the pregnancy. We both knew this was too early. We were rushed into the examining room and after some time, the doctors told us this baby is coming soon. It was now 7 AM and they were going to rush us to McGee-Women’s Hospital where they could better handle this.
I placed a call to our families to pray.Jesus, we need you! The doctors started examining Ellen and assessing the situation of such an early pregnancy. There diagnosis was not promising.If our child lived, he would be blind, have mental disorders, and breathing issues. The list went on and on. Jesus, we need you.
There were so many decisions that had to be made right then and there. We had to be strong … together. Ellen and I needed Jesus with us, right at that moment.
Our son was born that morning and lived for about two hours. We had the chance to talk to him, to hold him, let him know how much we loved him. My mother-in-law had the presence of mind to have him baptized; I will forever be grateful to her for this.
Our son passed by mid-morning. The hole . . . The hole in me was massive, everything hurt. Jesus, I need you. Jesus, Ellen needs you. How do I comfort my wife when I am aching so much? Jesus, help me to stand. Help me to be the husband I am supposed to be. I need you.
About a year later we were expecting our second child. Ellen had a regular checkup at 24 weeks when I got a call from her at work: “Sam, it’s happening again! They are taking me to McGee right now!” Jesus, we need you now!
The doctors explained to us that Ellen will need stitched and be put on bed rest for the next 3 months for the pregnancy to continue or we would lose this baby as well. At that moment I needed to stay strong for my wife and my daughter. Jesus, I needed you to be with me. I realized that I needed to step up even further than I had been; Ellen could not move much and it was up to me to take care of all the other needs for our family.
I spent the next four months trusting that God would take care of us; I got up each day with Jesus, we need you. Ellen stayed as immobile as possible and I took responsibility for all house work along with my regular job.
Each day we had to push forward, trusting that Jesus was with us. Alexa came a month early, giving us a scare right after birth due to a brief apnea moment. Two days later my wife and my daughter came home and our life together started.
We had the same difficulties with the other three daughters we now have; Ellen’s bed rest was not as confining but the pregnancies were always strenuous. We called on Jesus to help strengthen us and keep our family safe throughout. It has now been 22 years since that October night. I know all too well that had I not turned to Jesus at that moment, my family would not have survived. Our children are much older now and our challenges as a family are still great. There has been several times where we have been brought to our knees, however, when things get bad, to this day I will call out Jesus, I still need you!
How have you seen God’s presence in your life in the toughest moments of life? I would love to hear your story. Share below.