The Birth of Elijah: The Day God Proved The Doctors Wrong

I was wondering when it was all going to hit me.

I am always a little slow at processing things, partly due to the fact that I am great at coping. It’s a blessing and a curse, really. I can emotionally survive some pretty tough situations, but it also takes forever for my heart to soften and actually feel the weight of what’s going on.

But tonight as I was filling out a few pages in Eli’s baby book, it all came rushing back. As I looked through the multiple ultrasound pictures I have to pick a good one for his book, the seriousness of the ordeal we just survived hit me all over again and I couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall all over those black and white pictures.

I remember wondering if these would be the only pictures I would ever have of my baby.

I remember cherishing each one and running my finger over every aspect of his little frame I could see around my enlarged and cyst filled placenta.

He was supposed to die.

But he didn’t.


(For those of you who haven’t heard the story, here is the backstory on my pregnancy with Eli.)

On March 31st, Chris and I made (yet another) trip to the OB triage at the hospital because I just didn’t feel right. I almost didn’t go, because of the countless times we had went there and spent 4 hours waiting, only to find out nothing was wrong. But Chris convinced me to, and I’m so glad he did.

The doctor came in after we had been monitored for about an hour and said everything with me looked good, but Eli didn’t. His heart rate was dropping significantly and she said she didn’t want to send me home, but wanted me to stay overnight so she could keep an eye on him.

After several more hours, she came back in our room and told us that he would be delivered either tonight or in the morning, depending on how severe his heart rate kept dropping through the night.

We made it until the next morning, but we were the first to be scheduled for surgery. As Chris and I waited for me to be rolled into the operating room, I felt absolutely terrified. The doctor had spent about 45 minutes with us the night before telling us every possible scenario that could go wrong during the c-section since I had such a rare pregnancy, and she wasn’t sure how difficult it was going to be to get around the placenta to get Elijah out safely. She also wasn’t sure if my placenta would be attached to my uterine wall and if that was the case I would have an immediate hysterectomy. We also were not sure if he would have the genetic issues they had warned us about. So many thoughts raced through my mind as they rolled me down the hallway.

Would Eli be okay?

Would he survive the c-section?

Would he have triploidy?

Would I be saying hello and goodbye to my baby at his birth?

As they laid me on the table and I stared at the ceiling, all I could do was pray and try to breathe. I had read Psalm 91 three times that morning and I tried to recall those truths to mind in the midst of all of the chaos happening around me.

I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!” For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.” (Psalm 91:2-4)

I heard the doctor’s voice from behind the blue curtain, “He’s almost here, Momma!” I instantly burst into tears at the thought of him. “He’s out! He’s out!” I could hear a tiny little cry, and my heart nearly burst.

He’s here. My baby is finally here.

I can’t really describe all that I felt in those moments, except sheer and overwhelming joy. Chris was able to go and take a few pictures of him and as he brought them back to show me, I marveled at just how perfect he was. Born at 30 weeks 3 days, and weighing 2 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse brought him around to me as they were taking him to the NICU and I was able to give him a kiss on the forehead.



Elijah has now been alive for two weeks, and some days I cry from sadness over how tiny he is and how difficult it is to cuddle a baby who is covered in wires and machines that terrify you with their alarms and loud beeps. I cry because he is having to fight so hard to stay alive and struggling to learn things like sucking and swallowing that he wouldn’t have to be learning if he’d been born at full term. Sometimes my sorrow and my joy are so intermingled that it’s hard to know what I’m feeling.

But most days I cry from wonder and joy at the things…no the miracles…that God has done. I watch my baby boy, who was given a 1% chance of surviving, breathe on his own. As I watch his tiny chest move up and down and see his perfectly formed fingers hold on to his paci, I can’t help but remember the words of the doctors who told me to abort him, because he would be so genetically messed up and would never survive outside of the womb.

What if I had listened to them!?

What if I had feared man over God and chosen to end his life because it was “more humane” that way?

Elijah has no chromosomal abnormalities. He is perfectly healthy and normal and whole. He is beautiful, and thriving, and loved. He was so worth fighting for.

I don’t know if all of the things the doctors told me were true, and God completely healed my child and allowed him to be healthy, or if they were completely wrong in their diagnosis, but either way, I am SO glad that God gave Chris and I the courage to make the choice to obey Him and His word and not be swayed by the grim prognosis of the doctors. Otherwise Elijah would be dead.

No celebration over his birth.

No cuddles from his mother, or kisses from his father.

That thought breaks my heart, and lights a fire under me for all of the babies who never get the chance Elijah got. All of those babies who are aborted based on an incorrect diagnosis or even out of convenience for the mother. No child should die based on the opinion of someone else. ALL babies have the right to simply live.

I pray that little Elijah’s life is a reminder to all of us of just how important and precious each and every baby is. They sure are important to God.


For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works, 
And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them. (Psalm 139:13-16)

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Wife to my sweetheart. Mother to four blessings. Keeper of the place we call home.

20 thoughts on “The Birth of Elijah: The Day God Proved The Doctors Wrong

  1. i so love that your Eli is doing well…making strides…defying the odds!! That is what we had hoped for our Eli (Elijah Griffin Hill). He was due April 15th 2010. He was actually born Feb. 21, 2010. He lived two hours and the were Amazingly blessed! Praying for your sweet boy!


  2. Tears rolled down my face reading this.
    “But GOD”. I am so thankful for His work in your and Elijah’s lives. God has been glorified and lifted high through a terrifying situation. May all eyes look to the One who gives life and breath. Praise Him!
    Love you, Court! Continually praying for y’all.


  3. I have followed your story from the beginning and rejoice with you. God is good!!! If you have an opportunity go to Faith Baptist Church Taylor’s,SC and listen to our youth pastor’s message from April 12. Their story is similar to yours but went the opposite direction. Yet they were both also able to see the goodness of God. The are hurting and continue to need our prayers. Will continue to pray for your sweet little boy.


  4. Once again sweet girl you beautifully put your thoughts to paper…and bring glory to your King…I love YOU for YOU were fearfully and wonderfully made.


  5. God bless you and your little family. You did the right thing and God is rewarding you for it. No one should ever take a child’s life, no matter what the outcome.


  6. There is nothing we can add just as this mom and dad could do nothing but trust our Lord. The lesson here is trust. These two did and the Lord honored that. Oh that we could always do the same.


  7. I want to tell you and Chris about how Eli has become part of so many families . Eli is our grandson , our nephew our cousin ,our child . We have prayed with you , we have cried with you and there haven’t been many but we have smiled with you !!!! We praise God for all his glory and his presence with you and. ELI THROUGH ALL THE MOMENTS WHEN WE THOUGHT ELI WAS GOING TO HEAVEN . BUT GOD IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MAKES MIRACLES HAPPEN AND WITH THAT I SAY AMEN AND AMEN !!!!


  8. gmamma loves that boy and she will not mind too much when he grows up to go to Clemson!!! love from Ma Bate!!! 🙂


  9. Praise God for Your Faith in Him! I am a total stranger in Clinton, MS covered with tears of joy over Elijah’s life. Only God knows the plans for your precious son . You are blessed and this journey will bless many . Cathy McMillan


  10. Praise the Lord!!! Your story is inspiring and amazing! I was praying for both you and little Elijah and I am so glad everything is going to be OK!


  11. My son was born at 25 weeks weighing 1lb 14ozs. He was in NICU for about 4 1/2 monts. They didn’t know if he would live or not. I had to pray and lean on God. I couldn’t have gotten through it by mysel. Today he is two healthy weighing 24lbs 10 ozs. He amazes me every single day! He makes my life worth living. Thanks for sharing your story. God bless y’all


  12. Congratulations on this beautiful miracle! What a testimony of God’s grace and perfect plan!

    I randomly stumbled across your blog tonight. I’m 25 weeks pregnant and my husband and I were recently told that our son has many health problems and a possible chromosomal disorder, and we’ve been asked many times if we want to abort. We cannot imagine giving up on our child, despite the risks, and we are fighting for him. Its been rough but we’re finding such peace in scripture and in the realization that God is sovereign and has a plan for our baby. It’s encouraging to hear stories of other Mommas who have walked this difficult road. Thank you for sharing your story!


    1. Kristin, every baby is planned by God and there are no mistakes. HE is sovereign over every area of that precious child’s body. You are blessed He chose you to be this baby’s mother. Enjoy every moment as you lovingly care for God’s gift to you.


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