City of Charles
For most of us, this season is one of the many fond memories. Of course, in most Christian environments, the birth of the Son of God dominates our thoughts and helps us refocus our “modus operandi”.
For my part, I was lucky, at that time and in this season, to be admitted to a delivery room of a hospital, with the doctor, who was giving birth to our grandchild. It was twenty-one years ago; and, like most of you grandmothers, reading the following will have significant meaning in your list of memories. Perhaps you have had a similar experience.
As OB-GYN worked on the baby’s mom and the birthing process, I noticed a great deal of concern in her behavior. Being a Catholic, I have had recourse to the “help” that we feel compelled to turn to in such cases. I started to pray the rosary. I knew something was wrong. Inside, I was very worried; but, I knew this was neither the time nor the place to express my concern.
I take this opportunity to congratulate these doctors, whose work I have witnessed today. Too often, I think, we take their diligent care and effort for granted. The doctor was trying, in clear terms, to deliver a baby who for some reason was in danger. I have never spoken of a work out loud; but, stormed the sky, and especially the Mother of God, to come to the rescue.
Then, what many of us consider a miracle of life, a little one entered this world. Yes, she was very small; but, what a great game of lungs we heard. To me, she was another precious grandchild.
But, an amazing event happened to me right after giving birth. When the doctor, whom I had never met before, came to see me and said: “It saved this baby! He showed my rosary. Wow! Talk about a time of faith and trust in God! Without a word, he left the delivery room; and, this grandmother thanked God for one of the greatest gifts he gives us: children!
For those of you who have grandchildren, you know how each of them is precious and has specific God-given talents. In our case, they are all our source of admiration and joy. However, like all of us, they have their days off; but, for the most part, we all enjoy our time together. And, sometimes, when we look at our 21 year old, we still thank the Lord for this gift! Yes, we see it as a direct gift from God.
Kudos to this particular doctor and his life-saving work. My thanks to all the doctors like him who spend years learning their job, saving lives. Sometimes we forget the precious gift of life that God has given us. May we never forget its Source; and respect the life of every baby that God has sent to us. Let us not forget that all of our joys and celebrations on December 25th stem from the baby born in Bethlehem.