The Four Miracle Babies Cont'd

     As promised, I'm here to continue the story of "The Four Miracle Babies." Let's go straight to business this time—no beating around the bush.

Second Born

     Each woman has a method when it comes to childbirth. Let me elaborate on what I mean by "method." Some ladies prefer to check in at the maternity ward on the ninth month; others check in a week or even a day early, depending on the projected delivery date. However, the ladies in my family employ the warrior approach, going to the hospital whenever they feel the baby wants to be born. In my family, we have heard tales of women traveling alone for a 30-minute trip so they may deliver the baby that day. Because of this mentality, my mother stayed home during the ninth month of her pregnancy with my brother. A specific lady (I can't remember her name) decided to check up on my Mom on this faithful day.

     My Mom was alone at home, and my Dad was at church. She advised my Mom against being alone at home because she was in her final birth month. She brought my mother to church. My mother was taken to the hospital as soon as she arrived at the church, and my brother successfully came out of the womb in less than an hour.

     Let me share this fact since it will help you comprehend the situation better. I'm referring to Manna Mission Incorporation, Teshie Estate. It has a hospital, a school, and a church. It takes one minute to walk from the church to the hospital. The woman brought my mother to the church, and she was later sent to the hospital.

     Although my mother is a warrior, it is evident that she was unaware that my brother was prepared to come out. Given how quickly my brother came out, I can only speculate what may have happened if she hadn't been close to the hospital. If my mother were home, my father would need to call a taxi to pick her up and take her back to the hospital. That would have taken a very long time. Only God knows what could have happened. 

     After hearing the stories of my older sister and brother, one may conclude that my sister's chances of survival were much lower than those of my older brother. That's accurate. At this point, one might also say, we have miracles and miiiirraaaacles. The shout for the second one will probably be louder. Well, a miracle is a miracle to me. Even though it may appear minor, we must praise God for whatever he accomplishes.

Third Born

     This is my story. My narrative isn't very long. Considering this occurs to a few people, one can even argue that it is not a miracle. When my mom was in her ninth month, the doctors realized that my body was upside down in the womb, meaning my legs would emerge first during labor. My mother told me that after receiving an injection, I gradually resumed my natural position, and on July 30, I was born. I must admit, my birth story isn't particularly remarkable. You will undoubtedly hear mind-blowing tales on this platform; this is my promise.

Last Born

     Ayeyi Perrezo, the last baby; that is what we all called her. When my sister's due date drew closer, my mother was informed that she was too big to deliver naturally and would need a cesarean section. When I first heard this, I was like 'of course, the unique, special, last baby had to come out differently".

     When "The Queen" was ready to come out, my mother went to the hospital, and by God's Grace, it was a successful surgical delivery. My mother said that when my sister came out, everyone said she had given birth to a white woman because the baby was so beautiful and sparkling.

      A few days after she was born, my sister's entire body started becoming "yellowish-orange." I'm not sure if a color like that even exists. Well, I'm just repeating what my mother said.. They were all terrified when that occurred. The doctors suggested that she be sent to Korle Bu Teaching Hospital. My Dad sent my sister to Korle Bu, where she had an injection and was back to normal within a few days.

     This information proves my sister's story is a miracle. My mother informed me that one of her close friends had experienced the same problem. She gave birth to her child normally, and when she was at home, she noticed that the baby was beginning to turn yellowish-orange. When she realized the problem's seriousness, she sent the baby to the hospital, but it was too late; the baby passed away.

      You know, my mother had a surgical delivery, so she had to stay in the hospital for a little longer to recover from the surgery. This is the only reason my sister's tale is different or the only reason my sister lived. My sister's fate would have been different if my mother had given birth to her normally, just like she did with her other three children.

      Knowing my mother well, I am sure she was furious to learn that she would require surgery. Simply put, the woman doesn't like stress. And I'm sure, after realizing the only reason her "last baby" got to live was because of the surgery, she'll be so ecstatic, you will ask, "Is this the same woman who was so bitter about the surgery."

     There are moments in life when unfortunate or challenging things come to us for a good reason. Your car might break down in the middle of the road because an accident might await you. You might need to walk a considerable distance that day, but your life would be saved. God might send you through challenging times so He can teach you a lesson that will earn you millions of dollars in the future.

     In the book "My Boy Charles" by Archbishop Charles Agyin Asare, he describes how he informed Aunty Vivian (his wife of 37 years) that he would be seeing her to get her final response to his proposal. He claimed the Lord had told him to use a foot pathway rather than the regular road. He added that despite the lengthier and unfamiliar nature of the path, he obeyed. He encountered her along that strange road. She apparently decided to avoid him for various reasons and to take the foot pathway route because she knew it was unknown. Aunty Vivian knew they were a match made in heaven after that encounter, which for him, sealed the deal. Archbishop could have taken the usual and shorter route but would have lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you are going through difficult circumstances right now, ask God to help you get through them quickly and, more significantly, to help you gain the lessons you need from the situation.

I've finally come to the end of it all. The following story will be released on Sunday. Stay Tuned. Don't forget to share the link!!!!