Tonight Olivia and I went to the funeral of the doctor who delivered Olivia and saved her life.
Of course, I am heartbroken and feel like a part of me is gone. I didn't know her on a day to day basis, but our lives crossed in a way that neither of us would ever forget. I knew how I felt, but wasn't quite sure how she felt until I saw her obituary. She said she felt that God put her on earth to mother her children and to deliver Olivia Sue Huchingson and another baby in Kansas.
My doctor chose to do the right thing, even though it was a hard thing. She chose to what she had to do, knowing that I would feel the pain, with only local anesthesia. When I asked her later, " How did you do it? " She answered," I knew it was what you wanted." She was right. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Because she had the bravery to do the right thing, I have a healthy bundle of joy.
My doctor humbled herself enough to admit when she saw God's hand at work. Her first words to me after I woke up were, " It's your faith." She cried as she spoke. Later I asked her what she was referring to. She said there is no way you could have stayed so calm without your faith. Now I already knew that I had felt God's presence the whole time like I never had before, but I did not realize the physical miracle that had taken place. I did not know that I reacted any differently than anyone else would. She assured me that my reaction was not ordinary. She also saw that there were many circumstances that fell into place to make it possible for Olivia to be alive and she didn't think that they were all coincidences. Her humility made it possible for me to understand to a fuller extent the work that God had done in my life.
Thank you, my doctor, for making choices that changed my life for the better, forever!