21-01-2019, 10:42 PM
I just wanted to put this testimony out here to show that God is alive and cares about us. I also want to tell the whole story so that you can understand the gravity of the situation I was in. On the 16 of January I went into labour and because I had a c section planned for 21 January, when I got to the hospital they immediately prepared me for the c-section. When I was consulting with the doctor, he mentioned that the fibroid that was sitting on the cervix was going to give them a problem, but they'll plan it nicely. Normally for the c-section they just numb you from the stomach down and you are awake when they take the baby out. In my case however they tried to numb me but they just couldn't get to the space where they inject the anaesthetic, so they decided to make me sleep. The next thing I woke up in another ward which I thought was for recovery for a few hours (1 or 2 hrs). But then I noticed that it was busy with nurses and other patients, it didn't look like a temporary set-up. I was hooked up on monitors, and I asked the nurse where's my baby, she said oh he's doing well he's in maternity ward they can bring him to you. Later on my husband arrived and he went to fetch the baby. I learned that the ward I was in is high care +ICU although I was in the high care.
My doctor arrived and explained that they had a hard time with taking the baby out, because the fibroid that I had which also sat on the cervix just started bleeding out of control, so I lost a lot of blood as a result which was why I was not at maternity ward they just wanted to monitor and support me more closely. My blood figures were not looking good so they had to give me blood transfusions, in total they gave me 5 units of blood to try and get my numbers up.
Over the next few days the doctor told me that the fibroid had many blood vessels feeding it and when they cut the uterus these blood vessels started bleeding. He says they were trying close them and it took a while before the bleeding stopped. Then they had to take out the womb (from my abdomen) so that they could stitch it back together before they returned it. I realised that the devil wanted to kill me in that operating table but failed dismally. But the devil does not give up, he tried again The last day I was in high care ward the doctor was worried that they had given me so much blood but there was very little improvement in my lab numbers. He came to me and said he was thinking of taking me back to theatre to check where I was losing blood. I didn't like the idea because I felt fine. He was also thinking if there's still bleeding they might have to do a hysterectomy (remove the womb). He did a scan but saw no bleeding and the vital signs were good, so he was confused as to why my numbers were low. It turned out that the lab people made a mistake when they were taking the sample, as they took it from the hand which had an IV which gave false results due to dilution. When they took it from the correct hand the results were satisfactory to the doctor. So I was released to the maternity ward. After 5 days I was well enough to go home, which we did on Sunday, praise the Lord! The devil failed again.
When I relayed this to pastor Bankole he said something that made me want to fall on my knees in awe of the Lord our God. I had previously asked him to pray with me about something, so he says when he was praying for that thing the Lord said no he must pray for my life instead. Brethren tell me what did I ever do to deserve such love and care from God? What am I but a sinner that He would do such things for me. I was lying in that operating table literally dead, the devil having all his schemes set up against me, I had no way of defending myself or even praying, but the Lord aborted all of them. Help me praise the Lord because I don't know how I can ever do it the way He deserves. He is the Lord of Lords and king of kings.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him out of them all. He guards all his bones; Not one of them is broken.
Psalms 34:19-20 NKJV
We named our son with a name that means we are grateful.
Thank you
My doctor arrived and explained that they had a hard time with taking the baby out, because the fibroid that I had which also sat on the cervix just started bleeding out of control, so I lost a lot of blood as a result which was why I was not at maternity ward they just wanted to monitor and support me more closely. My blood figures were not looking good so they had to give me blood transfusions, in total they gave me 5 units of blood to try and get my numbers up.
Over the next few days the doctor told me that the fibroid had many blood vessels feeding it and when they cut the uterus these blood vessels started bleeding. He says they were trying close them and it took a while before the bleeding stopped. Then they had to take out the womb (from my abdomen) so that they could stitch it back together before they returned it. I realised that the devil wanted to kill me in that operating table but failed dismally. But the devil does not give up, he tried again The last day I was in high care ward the doctor was worried that they had given me so much blood but there was very little improvement in my lab numbers. He came to me and said he was thinking of taking me back to theatre to check where I was losing blood. I didn't like the idea because I felt fine. He was also thinking if there's still bleeding they might have to do a hysterectomy (remove the womb). He did a scan but saw no bleeding and the vital signs were good, so he was confused as to why my numbers were low. It turned out that the lab people made a mistake when they were taking the sample, as they took it from the hand which had an IV which gave false results due to dilution. When they took it from the correct hand the results were satisfactory to the doctor. So I was released to the maternity ward. After 5 days I was well enough to go home, which we did on Sunday, praise the Lord! The devil failed again.
When I relayed this to pastor Bankole he said something that made me want to fall on my knees in awe of the Lord our God. I had previously asked him to pray with me about something, so he says when he was praying for that thing the Lord said no he must pray for my life instead. Brethren tell me what did I ever do to deserve such love and care from God? What am I but a sinner that He would do such things for me. I was lying in that operating table literally dead, the devil having all his schemes set up against me, I had no way of defending myself or even praying, but the Lord aborted all of them. Help me praise the Lord because I don't know how I can ever do it the way He deserves. He is the Lord of Lords and king of kings.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him out of them all. He guards all his bones; Not one of them is broken.
Psalms 34:19-20 NKJV
We named our son with a name that means we are grateful.
Thank you
