Column on our miracle

Here's a column appearing in Tuesday's editions of The Lima News. I know I haven't been contributing to this blog as much as my better half, and I hope to get better about it. But maybe this helps make up for it.
David

A miracle happened last week, right here in Lima. I witnessed this miracle, and yet for some reason I'm reluctant to share it.
Perhaps it's the fear of being labeled as a fanatic. It could be the worry of exposing one of the inner truths that makes me tick. But sometimes you see something so incredible that, no matter what other people think, you have to tell them about it.
I saw the hand of God touch my newborn daughter and change her life immediately.
My loving wife delivered Anna last Wednesday night, about three weeks earlier than we'd expected. Anna immediately began having respiratory problems, which we later learned were from a disease called Persistent Pulmonary Hypertension of the Newborn. It's a disease that hits about 3 percent of premature babies, where the child essentially wants to live as if she were still in the womb instead of adapting to the outside world.
She spent most of Thursday in a stable condition as the staff at the hospital figured out what was wrong. Then Friday came, and she slowly took a turn for the worse. She began rejecting help from the ventilator.
A priest from our church visited with my wife as I grabbed lunch with some visitors. During the time I was out of the room, things went downhill quickly for Anna, and most of the staff at the special care nursery seemed focused on keeping our little bundle of joy alive. A frantic call from my wife brought me back to the nursery.
Someone suggested baptizing Anna on the spot. We agreed, and our parish priest performed the baptism in that nursery. He then gave her another sacrament, the anointing of the sick.
I didn't know it at the time, but that must have been when the miracle happened. After two days of consistently bad news, things turned. Anna began to accept the help of the ventilator. Over the next several days, most of the news has been good.
She still needs some more little miracles before we'll bring her home. She's still very sick, the doctors tell us. But I carry the words of the priest with me like a life preserver: “You have to have hope and courage.” God brings me both of them, and I'm proud Anna and the rest of the family accept the Lord's help too.
The doctor handling Anna's case noticed the rosary beads my wife carries and confided in us that it truly helped Anna's cause. Hearing him say that reaffirmed my faith during a difficult time for our family.
I wasn't planning on writing about Anna's miracle in a column. I intended to only share this story with family and close friends. Then I heard a reading during Sunday Mass from Jeremiah: “I say to myself, I will not mention him, I will speak in his name no more. But then it becomes like fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones; I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it.”
I have to tell people about this wondrous miracle. I can't hold it in anymore. It's too incredible not to share.