Blessing from God

After more than 20 hours of labor, my wife knew something was wrong.

Natalie couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t push. And she screamed from pain. That’s when everything changed.

Doctors and nurses raced into the delivery room. Monitors beeped. And I saw my son’s heart rate sink on the computer screen.

“Is he going to be OK?” Natalie asked the doctor.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, nurses rushed my wife to the nearest operating room for an emergency Caesarean section.

Someone tossed me some scrubs, but I never even had a chance to make it into the room. All I could do was wait outside.

Shaking. Crying. Praying.

A few minutes later, the doctor emerged. She said my son was out of the womb. Alive. But my wife was bleeding profusely, losing more than 50 percent of her blood.

They didn’t know if they could save her uterus, because it had burst like a “star” shape, like someone had hurled a rock at a windshield — creating a spider web of cracks.

So they asked for permission to remove my wife’s uterus — her fertility and our future children — if it meant saving her life.

But thank God, they called in a specialist. A world-renowned surgeon who specializes in repairing uteruses. After more than four hours of surgery, the doctors saved Natalie’s life, too.

When I first saw her, she was so pale. Weak. Scared.

“Is he OK?” Natalie asked. “Is baby OK?”

I nodded my head and held her hand, choking back tears.

“He’s OK,” I said. “We’re all OK.”

Soon after, we got to hold our son together for the first time.

Corban Ray Stollar.

Born at 11:47 p.m. on May 24, 2016. He weighed 8 pounds 7 ounces and measured 19.6 inches. Corban had a rough start, but he quickly advanced to an “8” on the Apgar score. He spent 24 hours in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit before he was able to join us without monitors attached.

This was, by far, the most traumatic event I have ever experienced, because at one point I didn’t even know if my wife and son would make it out of surgery.

But the name “Corban” literally means “Blessing from God” in Hebrew, and that perfectly captures what happened with his birth.

While I never want to experience that fear again, I praise God that He gave us this test, because it forced us to trust solely in Him. There was literally nothing I could do to save my wife or son — let alone myself. But in that bleakest of moments, He gave us life.

A blessing from God.

by Christopher Stollar

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