“For all the promises of God in him are ‘yea’, and in him ‘Amen’, unto the glory of God by us.” (2 Corinthians 1:20)
This story is not my testimony but something that has happened to my wife Deb and I. We were in our thirties when we decided to begin a family. In July, we discovered that Deb was pregnant. We prayed every day during the pregnancy. In October, we had a couple of our friends come up from the United States to stay with us. They are strong intercessors. One night, they prayed over us and prophesied that our child was a gift from God, that the child already knew God and that he/she would minister with us even as an infant. These were very powerful words. Then on the week prior to Christmas, Deb began to feel ill and have terrible pains. On Christmas eve, at about 9 p.m. I decided to run to emergency and we ended up in the pre-natal ward.
Deb was strapped with a fetal monitor. She was IN LABOUR. They were not serious contractions but enough to trigger delivery. The doctor on call told us that there was nothing that could be done, she would have to stay in the hospital for another day and that there was a slight possibility that the contractions would subside. Thus the chance of having a premature child were astronomical. This, as you can imagine, did not go over very well.
While the doctor had retreated to his office, Deb and I prayed. Then we remembered the promises of God … our little gift. We sensed that something was trying to rob from us, to take away our gift. So I then placed my hands on Deb’s belly and prayed protection over our unborn child. I contended for the promises of God and prayed against any curse. When the doctor returned, Deb asked him if there was a possibility that she could return home before midnight. As there was not much left that he could do, he capitulated and told her that she could … on ONE condition … she must remain on full bed rest until the 36 week period. This meant being in bed for at least 4 months.
Well she did accept and we were on our way home. Christmas day arrived and this was Deb’s first bed-ridden day. We celebrated Christmas in our bedroom, ate in bed and unwrapped our gifts in bed.
The following months were a little difficult but the contractions stopped. I was unemployed during this time thus this allowed me to care for my wife. We again prayed every day for the safety of our child and that he/she could make it to 36 weeks.
We also played with our unborn child. We sang, talked, prayed and read to him/her. When the kicking stage began, I would be woken up by my child kicking my arm off of Deb’s belly or by kicking me in the back. This time was incredible … I never thought fathers could bond with their unborn child during this period. When little feet would make it to the surface, I would try to lightly pinch them, the feet would disappear and slowly come back.
Deb also required 5 ultrasounds during that period. Some of them were also quite revealing and we were sure that our child was a boy. Further ultrasounds confirmed the gender. Not only did “he” make it to 36 weeks … but he was overdue! At 41 weeks, Deb was induced and, on May 12th, our first born son came to the world. I spoke to him when he was on the scale and he slowly turned his head to me with those large eyes and stopped crying. What a moment!! He also scored 10 out of 10 on the Apgard test.
We called him Matthieu, french for Matthew which signifies “Gift from God”.