PAIL Feature Friday: Story of Rebekah
July 2013 was at the time the happiest moment of my life. My husband and I found out that I was pregnant, 4 weeks to be exact. At that time, we were going to a great church and attending Celebrate Recovery, a ministry for those with hurts, habits or hangups. We had a church family that stood by our side through all our ups and downs.
During my pregnancy everyone was by my side asking me how I was doing and wanting to know how they could help. I couldn’t have been happier.
When I started my doctors’ appointments, I had to go through extra testing to make sure I didn’t have gestational diabetes and the baby didn’t have down syndrome. My church family prayed for me every day and God came through. I had a near perfect pregnancy according to my doctor.
April 2nd, 2014 40 weeks, a week before the doctor told me I was going to be induced my water broke. This was the hardest day I have ever had to go through. As my water broke so did a lot of blood. Enough blood that I filled the toilet. I screamed to my husband and he had to rush me to the hospital.
As I was getting my final ultrasound the doctor told me there was no heartbeat and I had lost my baby girl, Rebekah Christyne. I was so devastated that all my husband could do was leave the room.
The doctors took me into surgery to remove the baby in fear that I would die from all the blood that I had lost. While I was in recovery my husband had my baby girl put in a bassinet in the room so I could have her as long as I was there in recovery.
While in the hospital I had over 150 people from family and church family come to see me. Everyone prayed over me and even my Pastor offered to do the memorial on my last day there.
While I was home, I didn’t want to leave the house. Knowing that I had to I went up to my job to get my last paycheck. I then found out that a girl I was friends with spread pictures of Rebekah all over the restaurant and on that same day my husband and I were in a fender bender. I know it was the devil attacking me but all I could do was cry in pain of missing my baby. Wondering why she was taken from me so soon.
After 3 weeks of sitting at home all alone I decided that enough was enough and made myself start going back to church and Celebrate Recovery. It was a Monday night and when I got to Celebrate Recovery everyone asked me what I was doing there, and I told them that it was the best place to be. We always say Celebrate Recovery is the best place to be on a Monday night. So, there I was, with my church family and God. I needed to not be alone. I needed to be with the people who had been by my side from the beginning. I decided that I was not going to let my loss get the best of me. I had already cried and had my moment. I wanted healing from my pain, and I didn’t know how to heal alone.
It is now October 2, 2019 and every time I tell my story to someone they want to cry and tell me I am so strong for what I have been through and that I have blessed them in some way. People still ask me how I am going and still tell me to this day that I am a strong person after what I have been through. It is still hard knowing that Rebekah is not with me, but I know that she is in heaven and one day I will be there with her. She just beat me too it. For that I am jealous.
I know we all have a reason for being here and a time to be born. Rebekah’s time was short, but she did what the Lord set her out to do and then he called her home. For my family it was reconciliation. I feel blessed every day to have her as my daughter and to know that she is a child of God.