Like a flood, with a purpose!

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with my Noah Asher. That morning I had dropped off my husband at the airport for his trip to Israel. I somewhat had a feeling, but in all the hustle and bustle to get him ready I didn't get a chance to take a test before he left.

That night after meeting my parents for dinner and barfing in the restroom  I took the test. Sure enough it was positive.

Well so , here I am with child and there he was on his way to the holy land. I decided to wait it out and surprise him with the news. That was the longest 12 days of my life. The night he came home a big group of us probably about 20 of us gathered at his gate with balloons and a huge banner that said "welcome home daddy". By the time he arrived we had attracted a bigger crowd of bystanders that wanted to wait around to see his reaction.

I'll never forget the look on his face as he rounded the corner coming down the escalator  , jet lagged and confusion written all over his face. He made it to the bottom , I stepped forward , he said "what" gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "I think I'm going to faint". We made it home, he rested his head on my tummy , we prayed and he cried himself to sleep.

Few months in, we found out that our boy had a kidney issue. It was one of those "common/not common" things. Because of this issue we decided that on the eve of my birthday 11/7 we would induce, not to go beyond the day he was due 11/9.

To speed up my labor, my doctor broke my water bag, to our surprise the water came out brown. Noah had pooped in the sac and that meant he was in some sort of distress. Immediately they started pumping me with fluids to flush out the sac. They called in the NICU staff to be on stand by. I pushed and true to his name, he came out with a flood of water. As a matter of fact they had to grab towels and mops to soak up the floor , but he came out quiet.

They didn't place him on my chest, they cut the umbilical cord from around his neck rushed him to the side and immediately started shoving some sort of contraption down his throat to clear whatever was there. It seems like it was eternity before I heard a peep out of him. He finally let out a squeal and they brought him to my face as the doctor worked below. I whispered "Yahweh is Lord" in his ear and they took him to the NICU. I only saw him for seconds and I watched him leave with my husband right behind. I asked the doctor if he would be ok, he said calming, he was fine.

It wasn't till a few hours later that I was able to see both my boys. After having low blood sugar, severe jaundice and a slight heart murmur we left 5 days later. My entrance to motherhood wasn't what I expected , but after six months of follow up appointments for his heart and kidney he was signed off with a clean bill of health and my faith was stronger due to the months of exercise.

Shortly after Noah was born, maybe three months after a friend of a friend found me at a morning bible study. She said that as she was worshiping, the Lord had given her a vision and scripture for a baby. Asking who it was it was revealed to her that it was my Noah.

She approached me with a piece of paper with the scriptures. She hadn't seen Noah yet, only hearing that we had a baby. She began to prophesied over him. He will be gentle like Joseph, strong like David. He will be gifted with worship and be a comfort to many. She was so excited to share her gift and I thought she was crazy. Still somewhat immature in my walk , I thought she probably got the juice from communion that was fermented.

She stopped looked me in the eyes and said " the Lord also showed me that the day , your son was born you whispered "yahweh is lord" in his ear. Then I , was looking for the fermented juice to drink! Fo real.. What! But I firmly believe that I needed to know that so that I would not doubt that what she was saying was from the Lord.

Noah has always been special, as a baby he would look to the heavens, smile and laugh. When he was a toddler, he would shhhhh me because "Jesus was sleeping" in the corner of his room. He said he played soccer with him at night. We would give him his bible upside down, he would always turn it right side up as small as six months. He would turn to the books before he could even pronounce them correctly. His prayers were beyond his years and he is gifted in memorizing scripture.

He defiantly has a heart to comfort, and a generous spirit about him. He is introverted which I feel can be mistaken as rude and shy which is hard for me to relate too. I am learning how to adapt and how to help him socially. He has a heart to serve, doesn't like to clean his room but loves to pitch in anywhere we go. He's well behaved ,but not perfect, well mannered ,but still is all boy and one thing is true is that he is a family dude.

At the tender age of newly eight today, he understands the importance of family. He is loyal, loving, all thing presidents and can't get enough of Legos. He loves his Lord, has a heart to worship and loves the God ok USA and history of it.

We are blessed at his quiet yet mature spirit and I could not imagine our family without him. Without a doubt the day he was formed in my womb, God had a plan and I am enjoying every minute of watching it unfold. I am forever grateful and changed that the Lord chose me to be his mom!

Noah means comfort and Asher means blessed or smiling one. If you know my Asher you know he smiles hard and that smile lights a part of my heart that only he can.

Happy Birthday Baby Boy! Mommy loves you!