Jennifer’s little miracles

My little miracles:

My husband and I did fertility treatments for 8 years and I decided enough was enough. I work at a doctor’s office with 2 obstetricians one of which had decided to retire from delivering babies. I told them I was giving up on fertility treatments and if they knew of any babies needing to be adopted, to let me know. So, literally 1 week goes by and the retiring doctor’s nurse comes out and says “Jennifer I need to talk to you RIGHT NOW”… I thought she was upset about something, so I dropped what I was doing. She tells me that there is a woman on the phone who is pregnant and wants to put her baby up for adoption, I told her about you and she wants to talk to you right now…. I was freaking out! What do I say to her… So I sat down took a deep breath and believe it or not she was really easy to talk to. She has a daughter and just can’t handle another baby as a single mom… I know, I could never do that, but things happen to people. I told her how I work here at the doctor’s office and that my husband Brian is a kindergarten teacher. We talked for at least an hour. I really don’t remember what was said; remember I was freaking out… We did talk about the adoption being open, so that we could talk or call each other when needed. So after I hung up the phone, I am sitting there in the doctor’s office completely shocked. All of those years trying, a miscarriage, I decide to give up and in 1 week the opportunity to have a child drops in my lap, this is definitely a miracle. Read more

Things we take for granted

Most of us begin our days with a continuous list of things we need to do to keep our lives running smoothly, but we rarely take time to note all the things we don’t need to do. For example, we don’t need to figure out how to breathe. We don’t need to find a way to make sure the earth continues to revolve around the sun. We don’t need to concentrate to ensure that our heart beats and our cells regenerate. All of these things, and many more, take care of themselves without our having to think or do anything at all. This is the miracle of life on earth. Read more

An angel walked the beat on Highway 109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night…

When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!

She fought to loosen her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity…

Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children’s seats crushed in. Read more

Birth of an angel: Inspirations

This is the end of a book that Manuel de leon wrote about his son Carlo and gives away for free to those he comes across in the Philippines, he has given us permission to reprint his story on MindBodySmile.com and we will publish weekly installments here. You can read all prior installments here.

Inspirations:

Every time I think of making a change to what I have already written, I hear a whisper that reminds me that these are not my thoughts. These are mysteries from heaven. My human intellect can’t fully comprehend them, but they are as holes of inspirations through which I am allowed a peep into heaven’s interior. Quite a lot of times I went through each line, each sentence, and each paragraph to simply appreciate and absorb its meaning as if it were a revelation to me. Every word and expression is meant to reinforce my outlook on some aspects of our existence here on earth and of the world afterward. Read more

Birth of an angel: chapter 12

This is chapter 12 of a book that Manuel de leon wrote about his son Carlo and gives away for free to those he comes across in the Philippines, he has given us permission to reprint his story on MindBodySmile.com and we will publish weekly installments here.

Chapter 12: Coping

It was all over, or so I thought. I bought a hollow frame with glass cover to house the candle image. I placed the framed image inside the refrigerator. I was worried that it would melt if it got exposed to the elements. It was my source of comfort and consolation, and I was afraid to lose it. I was determined to keep and preserve it for as long as I live.

I searched for a photographer to take photo shots of the image using a high resolution camera. I must have an original picture in case something happened on the candle image. My search brought me to a wedding studio in Taytay, Rizal, near the Memorial Park. When the shots were developed, the young owner was amazed by the story as he looked at the image. He asked me for messages or inscriptions that I wanted to include in the picture. I recalled the message given in my mind during the wake. The words came out spontaneously: Read more

Birth of an angel: chapter 11

This is chapter 11 of a book that Manuel de leon wrote about his son Carlo and gives away for free to those he comes across in the Philippines, he has given us permission to reprint his story on MindBodySmile.com and we will publish weekly installments here.

Chapter 11: Interment

After a long evening, I woke up to a beautiful Saturday morning, surprisingly early. The morning sun was about to conquer the remaining shade of darkness with its brilliant rays. It was a clear day, a good day to bury my son. For a whole week there was not a single moment of rain. Since it rained almost every afternoon at that time of the year, it was practical to lay my son to rest in the morning.

Some relatives who stayed for the night were up and about earlier than me, preparing breakfast. Some had already changed into their white shirts for the funeral. I changed into my own white polo shirt and black pair of pants and went down the stairs to sit beside Carlo’s coffin. Read more

Live life aware of the miracles

Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste they hurry past it. -Soren Kierkegaard Read more

The Broken Road Led To A Miracle

Contributed by Rachel Heilig

My husband & I were married 8 years ago. I was 28 at the time and we had talked about having children in the near future (we just wanted the first year to get familiarized with the married life!) By the time I had turned 30, I was pregnant. YEAH!! We celebrated by inviting both sets of parents over for dessert, it was a cake that said: GUESS WHAT…YOU ARE GRANDPARENTS—Wow, did the tears start to shed.

About 3 weeks later I had an unbearable pain in my stomach and within minutes, I had a miscarriage…we were destroyed! 3 years later, we met Dr. Kiltz (a friend of mine who had a set of beautiful girl twins told me that he is the Maker of Miracles. Although we were skeptical, we shortly came to realize that this title is deserving.

Once again we told both sets of grandparents that we were having a baby and as my father gave me a big grizzly bear hug he said to me “I am so happy, my heart can never have enough room for my grandchildren; and his tears shed once more (this time they were happy tears).

The day after we told my dad we were pregnant, he passed away unexpectedly. This was the hardest time in my life and now our precious little Zachary is in our lives and we know that Grampy is watching over him.

Thank you to the wonderful and caring staff @ CNY Fertility and to Dr. Kiltz, the Maker of Miracles!