While I was attending university, I got married, and we had a child.
I was 23 years old and very healthy. While my pregnancy was normal and I didn’t have any warnings, my daughter was born post-term.
I recall being in a hospital room with other new mothers, holding their newborns, and wondering, “Am I a new mother…or not?”
I was not allowed to hold my newborn baby-girl….
Then the doctor came to me and said the most devastating words I’ve ever heard in my life…
“I’m very sorry, but we don’t think she’s going to make it, Her lungs are collapsing. There’s only a 1% chance your child will live.”
Everything went black…I fainted.
Life threw me one of the worst curveballs any mother can experience.
And so, I couldn’t hold my newborn, or even get close to her. She was moved to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) of the hospital.
They held her in a little glass box, and she was being fed through tubes and kept alive with a respirator.
She was only one day old when her health challenges started…
Over the next few days, her condition worsened. Even though the doctors had filled her with antibiotics, nothing was working.
I remember pleading to God and giving God my ultimatum… “Please, HELP! Please help my baby-girl get better! And if she doesn’t survive, I NEVER want to have children again!”
My husband and family were stunned.
Things got worse.
My baby was moved from the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) to the hospital for “infectious diseases” because, in addition to other problems, she also got Salmonella, then Sepsis….
She needed a complete blood transfusion asap.
When she was only ONE month old, the doctor called me and said that they got a Hepatitis B outbreak in the hospital, and if she gets it, it would certainly kill her.
And so, the doctor asked me if I would be willing to “request” that my baby gets released from the hospital and would sign legal documents stating that I would take full responsibility for her health, from this point forward. He had good intentions but needed to be released from any legal responsibility.
The doctor also mentioned that my daughter would likely have developmental disabilities…because of all the medication they had used in both hospitals, trying to keep her alive.
After hearing that, my father suggested that “Maybe it’s better if you let her go, and have another, “HEALTHY CHILD”? Because the truth is …you’ll NEVER be able to handle a disabled child!”
I remember screaming at the top of my lungs, “Watch Me!”
It was a deciding moment in my life.
I was only 23, still attending the university, and was really scared.
I had already decided that this would be my ONLY chance to have a child.
And this was her ONLY chance to LIVE!
So, with unwavering faith in my heart and newfound courage of a mama-bear, I took my tiny one-month-old baby home.
Knowing how traditional medicine had failed us, I decided to look for natural alternatives. Fortunately, I found a woman who taught me some natural remedies, and that’s what I used to save my daughter’s life.
What were the deciding moments in your life?
What was YOUR” WATCH ME!” story?
And what brainwashing (aka conditioning) did you receive in your PAST?
Was it “You’re not smart enough to be a millionaire”? OR maybe “You were not born to be wealthy…”?
There are doubters in almost every family. BUT I want you to remember YOUR “WATCH ME!” story and keep moving forward!!
To Your Health, Wealth, and Freedom!
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