I was at the store when I got an urgent phone call from my wife, Blessie. It was July 12, 2024, and she was seven months pregnant, but there was a problem. She was bleeding. I rushed home and took her straight to the hospital. They took her right to labor and delivery. The doctors and nurses took over six hours checking her and trying to decide if they should do a C-section.
When my daughter was born, she was incredibly pale and had no heartbeat. “We’re sorry for your loss,” they told us. My wife responded, “Keep trying.” With every failed chest compression, my mind kept going to Mark 5:39, where Jesus says, “Why all this commotion and wailing? This child is not dead, but asleep.”
They worked for 28 minutes trying to revive her. At that moment, they gave her a small syringe of blood, and suddenly, there was a heartbeat. Her lungs filled with air, and her skin flushed with color.
They wheeled her into the NICU, where she would spend the next 90 days. The doctor told us he was worried because 28 minutes is far too long to go without oxygen to her brain. The next day, the doctors came to our room and went over the severity of the situation, trying to convince us to unplug her. They only gave her a slight chance of survival, and predicted she would need a feeding tube, would not be able to breathe without a ventilator, and would be a vegetable.
We prayed for three days to consider what we should do. We went back and forth on what was best for our little Ariah. We knew that we both needed to be on the same page if we were to keep going or let her go. Every day was a test of our faith, but we vowed to keep trying.
Over the next three months, she had multiple organ failures and began to have seizures. Doctors said her organs looked like they were failing, and we should take her home with hospice care.
We prayed through burning eyes and broken hearts. Then the doctor told us her brain bleed and blood clots had “magically” resolved. Her organs had healed. And her kidneys were good. He said her liver had gone from 37 to 1. He had never seen anything like that happen and told us it was miraculous! We knew our God is greater than any diagnosis.
She came home full of life, crawling, laughing, playing, and tracking with her eyes just like she should. Matthew 19:26 says, Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible.’
Today, Ariah is thriving. She is our little warrior. After seeing how much she loves to watch a You Tuber, Jingle Jacqui and her husband, I decided to make my own videos for her. I have a background in video, and I’m a hip-hop artist. I thought I could incorporate Bible stories and music into something for kids to learn about Jesus. I created Hip Hop Hilgy on YouTube. I love creating content, but the real goal is to reach as many people as possible for Christ.
We feel so blessed to have a healthy baby and to share our story. I did not have much hope at first, but I clung to the faith my wife had, saying, “God will heal her.” Jesus is willing and able to heal, even when it seems impossible.
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