Feb 13, 2026 4 min read

Miracle of Life

He checked the size of the baby and informed us that ... and, these are his exact words: "It's ok, you can always have another one!" I know he felt bad, but was that how you tell a mother she's about to lose her child?

What has God done in your life that you believe would be regarded as a miracle? I'm sure many of us can share a moment when our mighty God moved a mountain and reminded us that there is nothing too difficult for Him (Jeremiah 32:27). I'd love for you to share your miracle encounter with God in the comments below.

Today marks exactly 48 years since one of the most difficult days in our lives – a day of miracles in the making. With a 17-month-old toddler and anticipating a new addition to the family in a few months, I kissed my husband goodbye as he left for work early that morning.

As he managed to get out of the driveway, he soon realized he was going to have some trouble. Aside from the layers of ice on top of the snow, not too far from the house, a school bus slid toward the river, blocking the road. There was no way in or out.

As he pulled out of the driveway, I felt a sudden and unexpected sign of premature labor. Stuck in the house on a back road covered with snow and ice. I didn't know how bad the roads were so I called the office expecting to reach him ... he hadn't arrived. I explained the situation and told them to have him call as soon as he got there.

Alone with my 17-month-old. Nervous. Afraid. Not sure what to do except pray.

But, suddenly, the door opened, and there he was! My husband had to make his way back to the hosue because he couldn't get through the road. I was never so glad to see him!

The doctor's office was closed that morning due to the extreme weather. The ambulance service was unavailable due to the snow and ice. My back was hurting, but not intensely. I just knew we had a major problem on our hands.

Minutes passed slowly. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. A deputy sheriff who lived further down our dead-end road heard on his radio that a family was in trouble. He was able to get to our house to see if he could help in any way. Thankfully, he had his radio on that morning. It was comforting to know someone was with us who could help if labor began progressing.

The officer reassured us that the ambulance would be dispatched as soon as the road was clear and safe for them to get to the house. It seemed like forever, though only a couple of hours passed when the ambulance stopped out front. It was a slow ride to the hospital on the icy roads, but we got there!

After being admitted, my doctor came in dressed in his snow gear. He checked the size of the baby and informed us that ... and, these are his exact words: "It's ok, you can always have another one!" I know he felt bad, but was that how you tell a mother she's about to lose her child? The hospital was unequipped in 1978 to treat premature babies that small. Making matters worse, bloodwork showed infection was setting in, and we needed to deliver the baby.

An ambulance was dispatched to take me to Lexington, but it was another few hours before they were able to get through; the snow and ice made parts of the road impassable. Once in the ambulance and on the way, it was obvious I was in labor. It was almost comical how the squad was scared I would deliver on the way and kept checking on me. Finally, by 9:30 that evening, I was checked in and ready to have the baby. It wasn't long until we met our tiny little girl.

She was blue, starved for oxygen. My baby was immediately resuscitated and placed in an incubator, intubated, and connected to various tubes and machines to support her fragile life. The prognosis wasn't good. NICU became our home away from home for the next several weeks.

Finally, when she reached 4-1/2 pounds, the doctors allowed us take her home under the care of our local pediatrician. She had blood work and weight checks three times a week for the following months until her levels remained stable and she continued to grow. He cautioned us that she would "always be frail and petite" due to her prematurity.

Well, friends, here is Dana, our "frail and petite" premie, 48 years later, along with her three sons.

No longer frail and petite as the doctor predicted, Dana gave birth to three boys, the last of whom was born at home, unassisted, and weighed 13.2 pounds. She is 5'11", and her boys tower over her.

Miracles? Definitely!

I am reminded of Deuteronomy 10:21 – "He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes."

Doctors, as much as they are a gift from God, don't have the final answers. Final answers are reserved for the Great Physician! Join us in giving praise for the miracles of life!