Wednesday: Faith & Hope (Holy Rosary) – How Faith Pulled Me Through a Health Scare
Tuesday-Sorrow for Sins (Holy Rosary)
From Guilt to Growth: A Mother’s Journey of Patience, Presence, and Prayer
Wednesday: Faith & Hope – How Faith Pulled Me Through a Health ScareMoms, have you ever found yourself in a situation where everything you thought you knew about life, about control, was turned upside down in an instant? That’s what happened to me on September 14, 2016. It was the month the Cubs won the championship (finally!), and Mother Teresa of Calcutta was canonized as a saint. Emotions were high, and amidst it all, I was about to welcome our third child.
But that morning, instead of just going through the usual routine of preparing for work, I felt something wasn’t quite right. Contractions. At first, I didn’t panic. I told my husband, Shalom, "Maybe this is it." I was glad I had already showered and was dressed up for the day, but little did I know, I was about to enter a journey of faith that would challenge me more than I could have ever imagined.
A Sudden Shift
The contractions quickly became stronger, and we made the decision to head to the hospital. But this wasn’t just any ordinary birth. A few months earlier, I had received a chilling message asking, “If it came down to a life-or-death situation during labor, should your husband save you or the baby?” As strange as it was, I had told Shalom, “Promise me, if anything happens, you choose our baby over me. Stay with our baby.”
At the time, it felt like just another hypothetical. But that day, it became very real.
As my condition worsened and my blood pressure began to plummet, I felt an overwhelming darkness. I wasn’t scared of dying—I had made peace with that in my heart—but I found myself in a room of silence, begging God to come to me. "What do you want from me? Am I done here on Earth?"
It was as if there was no response. But in that silence, I felt a shift. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance. Whatever came, I would face it.
A Whisper of Grace
There’s a moment in life when you realize how fragile everything is. I remember asking Shalom, “Don’t worry about me. Just focus on the baby. Be there for our baby.” Then, in the midst of my darkest hour, I felt something—or someone—approach me.2 Column
In my deepest despair, I saw an image—a woman in blue and white robes. Mother Teresa. It was September, and she had just been canonized as a saint. I could feel her presence. And through the silence, I whispered, “St. Teresa of Calcutta, please pray for me.”
I also called out to St. Gerard and St. Michael the Archangel, asking for their intercession. I wasn’t alone. In that moment of pure vulnerability, I knew that God was listening, even if I couldn’t hear a direct answer.
The Miracle of Survival
The hours that followed were a blur of medical staff, emergency decisions, and the rush of hospital activity. I remember feeling like I was fading away, losing touch with reality. My body was shutting down. My blood pressure was dangerously low, and I had lost so much blood that I needed a transfusion.
I was told that I had to undergo a procedure to save my life. The doctors had to make a difficult decision—whether to remove my uterus to stop the bleeding. I prayed, silently begging God for mercy. I didn’t want to leave Shalom or my children, but I also knew I had to trust in His plan for me.
Through it all, I never lost hope. Faith was my anchor, and I felt the Holy Spirit work through me, giving me the strength to hold on.
A New Beginning
When I woke up, it was in an ICU room, tubes and wires attached to me. I couldn’t speak at first, but my mind was sharp, and I could hear the voices around me—Shalom’s soothing words, the doctor’s reassurances. They told me I had survived the surgery, and that the decision to remove my uterus and my cervix had been necessary.
I couldn’t believe it. No more children. The grief hit me in waves, especially for Shalom. We had always talked about how many children we wanted. But I knew deep down that this was part of God’s plan for us.
Faith Through the Storm
In those moments, I realized that life doesn’t always go according to our plans. But with faith, we can endure even the toughest challenges. God had been with me, in the darkest moments of my life, even when I felt abandoned. His mercy was evident in the quiet whispers of prayer and the love I felt from my family.
Today, I look back and am reminded of the power of prayer, the strength of a mother’s heart, and the hope that, no matter what, we’re never truly alone. If you’re facing a storm in your life right now, hold on to faith and hope. You are stronger than you think, and God’s love will always guide you through the darkness.
A Prayer for Moms in the Storm:
“Lord, help me to always trust in Your plan, even when the road ahead seems uncertain. Give me the strength to endure and the courage to face each challenge with hope. Let my faith be my anchor, and may Your love be my guide. Amen.”
How has faith carried you through difficult times, moms? I’d love to hear your stories and thoughts on how prayer and trust can bring peace in life’s stormy moments. Share your journey in the comments below. 💖
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