GUEST: The Gift of Life with Teresa Pollard
When my son Kevin was born, he was fourteen days late by the doctor’s reckoning, but according to the hospital nurse, I’d actually gone into labor five weeks before that. The doctor said it was Braxton Hicks, but I always thought those were supposed to go away. These never did. Finally the doctor agreed to start the labor, but he warned me “You know this baby isn’t ready to be born yet, so this is going to be a long hard labor.” I wanted to scream at him, “I don’t care. Just get this baby out of here.” He broke the water, and left to go back to his office. The nurses immediately called his office to get back to the hospital ASAP. He arrived back just in time to catch Kevin. My nine pound four ounce fella who was “too small to induce labor” again was a Xerox of his dad.
When I was pregnant with Kevin, Wade wanted me to have a tubal ligation after he was born, and at that time, I was willing to go along with that, so I asked the nurse about it. She called the insurance company, and told them “Mrs. Pollard would like to inquire about voluntary sterilization.” Something about the way she said those words made my blood run cold. All I could think about was the novel 1984. The whole way home from God was speaking to me. “You cannot do this thing. I’m not finished with you yet. You’re going to have a third child, and I have a special plan for her.” (Remember, Kevin wasn’t even born yet!)
Two years later, Kara arrived. And she was beautiful, just like her sister and brother. But she was so much smaller, and guess what, she looked more like me! Not that she didn’t also resemble her dad. His genes were definitely still dominant, but she did have my nose and mouth. I didn’t know then that Kara would die only twenty-seven years later, and even if I had, it would have still been one the three greatest days of my life.
To see a new life come into this world, born of your love, born of your flesh, is one of the most amazing gifts God gives to any woman.