My Little Miracle

“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” – Isaiah 41:10

Azaria Lynn Noack (Yahweh helps those who stand by the torrent), born 6:17 pm on March 10, 2015. She weighed a total of 5 pounds, 14 ½ ounces and was a length of 19 inches long. For most of you, this may have just been another child born on just another day. But to me, especially with what I know now, she is a miracle child. A true sign of God’s strength, love and mercy. She will always be a special little sign to my family, that God is bigger than anything else, and there is NOTHING that He cannot do.

Just short of 8 weeks after her birth, I went back into the hospital with excruciating pain in my left forearm. It was so intense I was begging Ryan to just let them cut it off. My hand was slowly going numb, and I had soon lost all feeling in my fingers, hand, and wrist. He even joked with the nurse that I was claiming it was a 10 on the pain scale, but I had just gone through labor. Looking back now, labor was probably a 9, this was most certainly a 10.

After many tests, the doctors concluded that I had compartment syndrome. This means that the different compartments of my arm filled with fluid and caused pressure to build up. If something wasn’t done to relieve the pressure, I was at risk for losing my arm. The next morning, after they had spent all night attempting to make the pressure go down through arm elevation, they wheeled me back to the OR for surgery. But what they found out then made this hospital stay much longer. Through my pregnancy, I had developed a blood clotting problem called postpartum factor 8 deficiency. This means that my B Cells viewed my factor 8 as the enemy and were creating antibodies to destroy those factors in me, leaving me unable to clot. If I couldn’t clot, I couldn’t have surgery, or I could bleed to death. Trust me, this really is as bad as it sounds, there is no over-dramatization here.

Over the next week and a half, I was flown out to the Albuquerque hospital because they were better prepared to take care of me there. I went through three surgeries, lots of pain, and I can honestly say I have never experienced the presence of God like I did these last 2 weeks. He had my doctors praying over me, and asking to leave me with verses, had countless family and friend hold specific prayer meetings just on my behalf. He allowed my baby and husband to stay with me at the end, provided the means for my beautiful sister to come and help Ryan care for Azy, provided discounted rates at the hotel, numerous financial donations, letters of encouragement and love from my students, and ton of other things. He had ordained everything for my good, and brought me out of this mess with a scar on my wrist and a little bit of pain.

But what I found out halfway through this experience made me fall in love with my Jesus 10 times over. Because of this blood condition that I had gained as a “souvenir” of my pregnancy, Azy should not have lived. I was told that she should have been miscarried and she shouldn’t be here today. But we all know that God is bigger than anything else. He protected my miracle within me and brought her out on term, healthy, happy, and the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.

I remember being so terrified throughout the pregnancy that something was going to happen and that I was going to lose her. I had panic attacks when Ryan mentioned wanting to announce her on Facebook because I didn’t want to “jinx” anything. God gave me the peace then to bring myself to tell the world about her, and gave me the strength to lean on him when I was scared.

God has great purpose for this little girl. She is going to do big things in this world, and I so can’t wait to watch it all unfold. Through this experience, God has shown me that there is nothing to fear when I am living for Him. No matter what happens, He is ALWAYS there, right by our side, and will NEVER leave us. So March 10, 2015 will always be seen by me as the day I witnessed the love of God pour out on me in the form of a true miracle. My daughter, Azaria Lynn, you are a world changer, and always will be.



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