My first child, Opal Joy, was due to be born early November and on November 12, we found out that her heart had stopped beating in my belly. Because we were so shocked and devastated, it was hard for us to believe the Lord for a miracle, for Opal’s life, so we decided to get our community to be praying and believing for nothing less than resurrection. We quickly learned just how amazing our community is. We had friends staying up all night praying for us, believing. It gave us strength to believe as well.

Our dear friends and pastors from Bethel Church Atlanta, Justin and Jenn, even drove all the way from Tyrone late that Thursday night just to be with us and bring along some major hope. Seriously, the atmosphere changed when they walked in the room. My heart grew more and more expectant because of the hope they carried. We sang and prayed and cried and prayed some more, and then we decided to go home and get some rest before we began the induction process.

The next morning after not resting very well at all, we got to talk to two of our best friends, Michael and Jennifer, who were at missions school in Mozambique and had hardly had any wifi at all the past several weeks. But somehow, they were able to get wifi to call us and they, along with another friend, Erin, prayed for us and ministered to us for almost 2 hours. And again, our hope was stirred. They even got one of their teachers, Will Hart, who has ministered to thousands of people and seen the Lord love people in miraculous ways, to pray for our girl.

That afternoon at the hospital, they gave me Cervadil to soften my cervix, and then it was a waiting game. Our pastors, Steve and Lindy came by and prayed for us, and deposited a big dose of hope. After having dinner with our parents, we were able to sleep through the night. The next morning after 12 hours of the Cervadil, we found out that I had gone from 1 ½ cm dilated to 2 whole centimeters!! Ha! Even though it wasn’t very much progress, we decided to go ahead and get an epidural and receive some Pitocin and hope things got moving from there. My doula was present with us throughout the whole experience and she offered a wealth of support to us as we made decisions, and has continued to be so amazingly encouraging to us.

That epidural really was something! I was able to sit around with family and friends and talk as though I were not in labor, but rather sitting around a campfire. I even got to take a nap during labor! All the while, friends were texting scripture, their prayers and their encouragement. A couple of my aunts and a cousin came to visit and encourage us, and a mentor of mine, Jeaunett, came and prayed for us. She and Justin walked the halls of the hospital praying, and then she stayed to minister to my mother while I was in labor. How do I ever find a way to thank those who loved us so well?

I woke up after napping a couple of hours because the epidural started to ware off a bit, so they gave me a little more. Well, 45 minutes later, I was +3 cm. Wow. I was about to have a baby! I had been so focused on fighting for her life, that I had forgotten all about the fact that I was about to go through labor. They took me off the medicine so that I could feel to push, and it took a couple of hours to ware off. We worshipped continuously, and as it came closer to time, Kyle declared Scripture that I had prepared weeks earlier for Opal’s birthday. At 6pm, with my doula on one side and Jenn and Kyle on the other, I started pushing. My doctor, midwife, doula and nurses were phenomenal, but Kyle was my hero. He fought for me, strengthened me, all the while believing God for a miracle through the toughest battle of our lives. I’ve never been more in love with him. My best friend and my champion.

Our girl made her grand entrance that Saturday evening at 7 o’clock at 8lb 11.5oz, and 21 ½ inches long, and with a head full of beautiful dark brown hair (like her mama’s). As they placed her on my chest, I started telling her that it was time to wake up. She was by far the most beautiful and perfect baby I had ever laid eyes on. The warmth of her body on mine was the most eternally joyous feeling, and I wanted so badly to watch her come to life and start crying on my chest. We prayed and worshipped. Our theme song seemed to be “Lily’s Song” by Kristine DiMarco. Over and over again, we sang, “Praise the Lord, oh my soul, and let all that’s within me praise His name! … For I will not die, I will live, and I’ll tell of the works of the Lord, and sing of His wonders … Oh, nothing’s gonna take your praise out of my mouth as long as I shall live, as long as I shall live, for you’re a great God!” What holy moments. I will never forget.

Justin came in and prayed, and we all fought and believed together. Our nurse and midwife even joined in as we sang “Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.” Our parents came in and cried as they marveled at the beauty of their granddaughter. Then our brothers came and cried as they held their niece. We mourned together. I remember seeing Jesus in the room, weeping with us, interceding for us. He truly is so very near to the brokenhearted.

Our nurse, Blessing, lived up to her name and blessed us tremendously. Her shift ended at 7pm, but she didn’t leave our sides until midnight. She saw us to our new room and sat and cried with us for a while. She even came back the next day and took pictures of our sweet girl. What an honor.

The next day, we spent our last moments with her. It was excruciating. We made some of the most difficult decisions that no parent should ever have to make for their child. Autopsy or no autopsy? Burial or cremation? Which funeral home? It was exhausting and so very painful. Over the years, I have seen injustice of all kinds, but this … this is the greatest injustice of all. No one should ever have to lose a child.

When the moment finally came to leave and say goodbye, there was peace. I can’t explain it. At home, we were met by our sweet friends, Christina and Paula. Christina knows us so well. She made me an elaborate salad and her husband made sure that Kyle had some chicken fingers and fries. Food for the soul. From that point on, there has been a steady flow of kind words and acts of love from friends and family alike. We have been overwhelmed by it all. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Even though Opal’s spirit never returned to her body, and I am grieving over her loss, I am so thankful for how near Jesus has been through it all, and it has been an honor to praise him and let all that is within me (including every single emotion and all the pain) praise his name. “Lily’s Song” will always have a special place in my heart and remind me of one of my most treasured memories – my daughter’s birth story.

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