Gregg's head was spinning. Not only had he gotten lost on his way to the hospital in attempt to follow the ambulance, but now he was being introduced to the hospital chaplain. What was happening here? Feeling like he needed to be in two places at one time, he thoughts turned to his newborn baby girl, still at the military hospital, sleeping soundly with no idea what was happening to her mother. Starring at the chaplain, he listened to him rattle on and on, but keyed in on the words, "50-50 chance of making it." The chaplain patted Gregg's shoulder and walked away. Panic began to sit in and he was left alone in the waiting room with the enormous task of attempting to digest all that had occurred in such a short amount of time. Why wasn't Amy able to breathe? Why couldn't they do anything about it? 50-5o chance of making it? How can this be?
He cried out to God in desperate plea for Amy's life. He needed people around him....he needed additional prayer power, but that might be a difficult task. He didn't have any phone numbers with him to call friends, and he wasn't even able to recall any of their last names to look them up in a phone book. As he gazed up from the floor, he watched a doctor enter the waiting room. He knew it was about Amy because he was the only person in the room. The doctor informed him as gently as he could that Amy's heart had stopped 3 times, and things looked very grim at this point. No words.....just tears flowed.
Honoring those tears, God stepped in and placed a name in Gregg's brain....a first and last name of a friend. He ran to the payphone to make an attempt to call in the "troops." Through strained words he explained the situation as quickly as he could, and before he knew it, there were 40 people (many he did not know) standing with him in the waiting room. They moved to the hospital chapel, and joined hands in a circle, petitioning the Father over and over again for healing and preservation of the gift of life. The hour was late, and many returned home. But a few stayed side by side with Gregg. Their presence was much comfort to him. They remained in prayer throughout the night.
The morning looked brighter, with the news of Amy making it through the night. Those still standing watch with Gregg, lifted up grateful voices to God, in praise of what healing He had done so far. She was now placed in the ICU, and would remain on a respirator, until it was clear she could breathe on her own. Meanwhile, Gregg went through the motions of driving back and forth from hospital to hospital....spending time with Faith at one, and checking on Amy at the other. Soon Faith would be released from the military hospital, but it things were still unclear about Amy's condition.
Four days later, Amy awoke in a room in the ICU, dazed and confused as to where she was and why she was there. Eyes still trying to focus, she noticed a picture of a baby taped to a tray table in front of her. Her throat ached for reasons unknown to her, but she was captivated by the beautiful memory of the baby in the picture. She caught a glimpse of a figure coming into the room out of the corner of her eye, and recognized the man as her husband. He looked haggard and weary, but a smile stretched across his face, when he saw she was awake. He sat down and rubbed her arm for a long time. Finally, he was able to find his voice and whispered "God did something incredible, and I can't wait to share it with you."
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