I was talking to my friend Bea last night who happens to have one ovary and was diagnosed with PCOS, polycystic ovarian syndrome, which is a leading cause of infertility. She was told by her doctor that she would never have children. She also happens to know (and trust and believe) the God of the impossible. Three pregnancies and two children later, she is now pregnant for the fourth time.
Her firstborn came at 33 weeks. To encourage you, here is Bea's Mighty-God-story:
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Thomas was the first baby I wasn't supposed to have. He was a gift granted to us by God after struggling on our own before seeking Him the way Hannah did. My OB at the time was so skittish about my condition and medication that I believe she stressed me into delivery on the first day of my 34th week. Thomas only had 33 completed weeks in utero. He was big for 34 weeks but had all the problems a preemie has--respiratory distress because of underdeveloped lungs, jaundice, etc. The respiratory therapists, doctors, and some of the nurses told us to just get comfortable because he would be there for those full remaining six weeks and probably more. They told us his growth and mental development would be stunted and not to expect much from him. We told them the same thing I told the doctor that said I'd never have children: "Our God is bigger than you. Thomas is healed in the Name of Jesus and for HIS glory."
We prayed by the minute as did everyone we knew. I fought back the tears while praying with every annoying grind of the motor of the breast pump. My husband prayed constantly through his work days. I finally got to hold my son when he was five days old for about ten minutes. His oxygen stats went down. He had to go back into the incubator. I was crushed but not defeated. I knew God would not give me this awesome child to train for Him and take him away immediately. I decided to remind God of His promise to give me a healthy baby to raise for Him. He heard me and answered.
Thomas was out of the hospital in 11 days. [EDITOR'S NOTE: 11 days! Not 6 weeks!] It was our 5th wedding anniversary. There couldn't have been a better gift. Now, a little over 4.5 years later, Thomas is in kindergarten a year early and almost reading at a second grade level. As for physical development, at 4 years he is 54 lbs and 49 in tall, the size of a 6-year-old. He is not overweight nor underweight. He is healthy. Those lingering lung problems are nonexistent. All of the warnings they gave us are just comedic fodder now. A couple of years ago we took him to the NICU reunion and no one recognized him. They asked which child was our relative, referring to the other children in the room. Right down to every nurse and the doctor, not one person believed that he had not been full-term or had ever spent a single day in the NICU. It was a glorious day for us and for God.
We prayed by the minute as did everyone we knew. I fought back the tears while praying with every annoying grind of the motor of the breast pump. My husband prayed constantly through his work days. I finally got to hold my son when he was five days old for about ten minutes. His oxygen stats went down. He had to go back into the incubator. I was crushed but not defeated. I knew God would not give me this awesome child to train for Him and take him away immediately. I decided to remind God of His promise to give me a healthy baby to raise for Him. He heard me and answered.
Thomas was out of the hospital in 11 days. [EDITOR'S NOTE: 11 days! Not 6 weeks!] It was our 5th wedding anniversary. There couldn't have been a better gift. Now, a little over 4.5 years later, Thomas is in kindergarten a year early and almost reading at a second grade level. As for physical development, at 4 years he is 54 lbs and 49 in tall, the size of a 6-year-old. He is not overweight nor underweight. He is healthy. Those lingering lung problems are nonexistent. All of the warnings they gave us are just comedic fodder now. A couple of years ago we took him to the NICU reunion and no one recognized him. They asked which child was our relative, referring to the other children in the room. Right down to every nurse and the doctor, not one person believed that he had not been full-term or had ever spent a single day in the NICU. It was a glorious day for us and for God.
Please let them [the Langagers] know that we are praying for them nightly and additionally as God impresses us to pray.
Incubated in NICU 
Going Home Day
October 2007 on a family hike in Peeler Park (Just for size reference, Thad is about 5'10" and Bea is 5'4")
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