Against All odds: I had my babies!!! (Series 1)

ImageI remember the day clearly; it was just a normal day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. Everything seemed normal, so nothing prepared me for what I was about to be told that day.

As I left for work, I cheerily reminded my husband that we had an appointment with the doctor that evening after work. We agreed I’d drive home from work so we’d go together. For me it was a routine visit.

We’d been married two years and had no children yet. I had somehow convinced him to let us get checked, to know what was causing the ‘delay’. He wasn’t very pleased because he felt two years was too soon and still within our plan but we agreed to go ahead with it. And so over the past month I had gone for series of tests, and he’d gone for his. That was the day for us to get the results from the gynaecologist.

As we settled into the seats offered to us in his office, there were about 3 other professionals routinely present. They had been part of the past month’s process in one way or the other and were probably required to be present to affirm that what they had documented for the medical director (MD) was true and fair (as they say in my profession)

The MD handed my husband the envelope and waited while we read through. It was all Greek to us but we pretended to read it. When we were done, we looked up.

‘Well,’ he started ‘Sir you are very okay. But we saw some things in madam’

If I were a rabbit, anyone could have seen my ears flip high and firm, instantly. But I wasn’t. I mentally patted my Brier rabbit ears down and tried to focus.

He went on to explain that first they saw some lemon sized fibroids in my womb; they also claimed that they saw one blocked tube with a healthy ovary and then the second tube which was open had an ovary with a cyst so conception through that tube wasn’t even possible in their opinion. Then finally they claimed that my hormones were imbalanced.

He announced all this, and then smiled in a patronizing manner at me waiting for it to sink in. In his white caftan he somehow reminded me of the figure meant to be God in ‘Evan Almighty’ Normally, I would chuckle but I wasn’t quite amused.

Sitting behind the desk, he reeled out all this information supposedly about my body all the time smiling. And all I could think was ‘whatever is he smiling about’ It wasn’t funny! Was I meant to smile back? I looked sideways at my husband.

‘So Doctor’ I heard my husband ask, ‘what do you recommend?’

He smiled again; apparently he had been through these motions so many times before, and was patiently waiting for us to get there. He seemed pleased that we got there quickly.

‘Yes Sir we have dealt with several cases like this before. The truth is madam can’t conceive naturally. There are just so many militating factors. First the fibroids, then the other issues I’ve listed.’

‘So….?’

‘Yes, yes it’s very easy. I’ve handled cases like this before’.

Mentally again, I groaned. “Aaaaargh! Don’t say that one more time already…”

‘I would say madam should come in for a fibroid surgery before the end of this month (this was April 2011) and then we would ‘prepare her’ for June when she can join the batch of patients requiring an IVF.

All this time my husband patted my knee under the table, his cue for me to keep calm.

Hmmmmm! I wasn’t just calm at this point, I was plain numb. I wasn’t feeling a thing.

This voice that certainly wasn’t mine, tried to get my attention in my mind, ‘So much for waiting for your husband. What happened to your body then?! You can’t even conceive! You need help with conception!’

He went on to assure us that his fibroid surgeries were neat, neater than laser surgeries even. His medical team echoed in affirmation.

He then introduced one of them to me and said, ‘This is your personal fertility consultant. Any other questions you have, he’ll attend to personally.’

Before I left he re-examined me. As I went to the bathroom to freshen up I locked the door; I finally felt something… Tears… They filled up my eyes. What was this whole story about? What were they even telling me? Dear Lord!

Almost immediately I remembered something I’d heard my Pastor say way back; “your first response to any negative thing you hear matters a lot.”

I wiped my eyes, rather than think or speak wrong I’d not even think at all…

We followed our personal ‘consultant’ to the adjoining room.

Out of curiosity I asked him what the cost implications were. He reeled out the figures; first because of how “neat and tidy” the fibroid surgery would be it was going to cost us so much. Then the IVF was going to cost much more.

I went further; ‘what are the guarantees?’

My husband tapped me gently on my knee again, but I was really curious.

‘Thing is madam it all depends on your body and your eggs…”

He kept talking but I wasn’t really listening, all I could summarize was, there really was no guarantee. We could pay so much and still not have our babies.

It seemed hopeless…

As my husband and I walked back to the car, I heard that gentle voice I had heard a couple of times in my life, “Ulu, at what point do you want to start trusting me? Is it when some man stamps your case and calls it medically impossible that you’d trust me? Why not war with my Word now?”

I pretended I didn’t hear. I did not need this.

During the drive home my husband swung into action, like many times before he wanted to ensure the voice of the Word was what I paid attention to, not the voice of men, my feelings or any other voice.

‘Baby, you do know all they said is the fact but not the truth? You know we believe only one thing, what God’s Word says about us.’

I was silent. I knew he was right but at that time I didn’t feel like saying anything.

‘We are just going to let God give us our babies,’ he continued ‘I know all is right with your body because God’s Word says so.’

Days passed and turned to weeks as I contemplated what to do. What could my faith carry? Could I really wait it out? A few weeks later I sent a mail to a few of my trusted friends. The bible says in the multitude of counselors there is safety right? I sent them a mail telling them what was going on and asking them what they thought.

No one really knew what was going on prior to that time. They all thought we were just taking our time with having babies. And that was what I thought too till I got those negative reports!

In the mail I took out time to explain what the doctor said and asked what they thought.

Thank God for godly friends, Thank God for iron that sharpens iron. At different times and in different ways, they encouraged me. They let me know that whatever course I took, they were sure I’d emerge victorious.

A few days after I sent out the mail, my friend Uche and I messaged each other on our blackberry phones. We chatted back and forth about how this was a beautiful fight of faith, about how the best part of the fight was that like in a movie script where the end had been written the principal actor (no matter how formidable the aliens he came against) always won. We laughed and insisted I was to remember that I had already won.

‘Look’ she concluded, ‘we have so many weapons at our disposal. We will use all of them; our seed, our confessions, the communion, our praise. We’ll join all of them together and have these babies. We will sow seed, we will speak the Word consistently, and we will take communion. Every weapon God has given us; supernaturally we will form these babies.’

‘The same way people master science or business administration because they studied it; we are going to study healing and divine health. We are going to study how to get all your body parts to align with the Word of God.’

Honestly, it was so tempting to panic; usually I am a go getter, I love getting up and getting things done, I like planning and working things out. It is usually very hard for me to sit still without working to get something, anything done. But this time all I could hear in my spirit was, ‘be still and know that I am God.’

Each time I wanted to do something I’d hear him say, ‘Be still…’

A friend who had just finished from medical school in England asked me to send the medical report from the hospital we’d been to so that her professor, an expert OB/GYN (obstetrician/gynaecologist) could re-evaluate the reports and advise us accordingly.

As I packed the documents to the scanner I heard him clearly, ‘Be still…’

I instantly knew that wasn’t what He wanted. I put them away.

*Sigh* Being still was so hard….

*To be continued*

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iTestify

ImageI testify today that I have the Spirit of power, love and a sound mind. I have the mind of Christ. I am super intelligent and have high amplitude of comprehension. Because as He is so am I in this world. I am divinely, supernaturally and marvelously helped of God. I testify today that I have understanding more than my teachers. I testify that greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world. I testify that the weapons of my warfare are not man made but mighty THROUGH GOD to the pulling down of strongholds. I testify today that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength and by the Spirit of God. I testify today that I walk in faith and victory. My faith is producing results even NOW. I testify today, that I am strong in faith giving glory to God; that God is my exceeding great reward and He crowns my efforts with success always!!! That ministering angels are dispatched to see to my necessary good. This year of Favour, today I testify that this is my set time and the loins of Kings are loosened in my Favour. I testify today that the sons of strangers shall build up my walls and kings are coming to the brightness of my rising. I testify today that am full of the Holy Spirit and His word is fire shut up in my bones. The Holy Spirit parambulates my mortal body, restoring, refreshing and renewing me in every Fibre of my being, every bone of my body and every cell of my skin and every cell of my blood!!! My waters do not fail. Nothing on, about or that proceeds from me fails. I do not fail. Halleluyah am filled with the maximum load of God!! This is my Testimony…..G­lory to God!!! Halleluyah!

Just because…

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Just because you prayed, you thought everything would suddenly change…

Just because you declared the word once, twice, or even thrice…

Just because you spent a day in fasting and prayer, you walked out the door expecting everything to turn out differently.

And just because it didn’t happen the way you said it would when you said it would, you got discouraged!

Just because the storms got fiercer, the waves soared, the skies darkened after you prayed…

You cried and said praying was of no use…

Just because…

 I’ve been there, you probably have too.

Everything was ‘peaceful’ till you started to pray.

Nothing extreme seemed to be happening, till you got serious about declaring the word.

And then, it seemed the burden got heavier, the tunnel got darker, like the night got darkest…

Just when you prayed, your child seemed to sink deeper into crack…

Just when you…

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What’s in it for you?

ImageWhy are you where you are at the moment? Yes, why are you doing that job? Why are you running that business? Why are you involved in that activity? Why do you attend that Church? Why do you have those friends? In general, why are you living the way you are living? WHAT IS IN IT FOR YOU?

When I ask that question, I’m not referring to material benefits; rather I’m referring to PURPOSE.

What is the purpose for your job? Are you doing it for the money? Why do you go to Church? Is it because you want God to bless you? Why do you do the things you do? Defining the reason you are involved in something would help you do more and also derive fulfillment from it. That way, no amount of discouragement would stop you and derail you; you would keep at it because you have a purpose which is beyond material benefits.

The fact that you may not have a definite purpose, a definite reason or a raison d’etre does not mean that you should quit or resign. Rather, it means that you should ask yourself questions. Prayerfully consider matters, talk with your mentors or spiritual leaders and keep your mind open as the Spirit of God will bring to your heart, the reason you are involved in that particular thing. For some other situations, you might need to re-align yourself and change directions.

Why do I blog? Is it because I want to be known as a blogger? No! Absolutely not! I once started blogging but when it dawned on me that I hadn’t defined the purpose for my blogging, I stopped. Things started without a lasting purpose would definitely die a natural death. It took me about three years to define the purpose for my writing and to also develop a direction and message. When the time came, I knew because I had the purpose and I had the message.

What about you? Couples divorce because they have not aligned the purpose of their marriage to God’s purpose for marriages. People quit because they do not find a meaning in what they do. Thousands commit suicide because their lives don’t have a meaning.

Don’t wait till you are forty, fifty or seventy to find a purpose in your life. Make up your mind to find it today! How? Turn to God; he made you in the first place so he knows the exact reasons for the things that have to do with you. Also, look beyond material benefits to IMPACT! Are you impacting someone? Making someone’s life better? Are you extending the vision of your organization?

Finally, the bible says ‘Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters’ (Colossians 3:23). That is a purpose for ANYTHING you do. Look beyond your boss, or your spouse, or your colleagues or the Government or whoever, just do it and do it for God.

Against All Odds: A Story of Tenacity, Hard Work, and Higher Education

jbheKenya Hicks, Tashea Stanley-Dixon, Khadija Darr, and Kenji Kuykendall grew up in Waukegan, Illinois, about 40 miles north of Chicago. They have all been close friends since they were 12 years old. All four girls became pregnant while in high school and all four gave birth to sons. All four fathers abandoned the teenagers before they gave birth. All four girls were obliged to go on welfare temporarily so that they could provide for their children. Kenya and Khadija dropped out of high school. One might have bet these four teenagers were doomed to a life of poverty in single-parent homes. If you took that bet, you would have lost.

The four teenagers made a pact to support each other and succeed despite the fact that the odds were against them. Through education and hard work, they were determined to give their children a better life. All four went back to school, worked when they were not in school, and received help and support from friends, family, and each other.

Today all four women are in their 30s. They all have graduated from college. By the end of next year, all four will have MBA degrees.

Kenya Hicks was supported by her parents, grandmother, sister, and friends as she completed an associate’s degree at Robert Morris University and a bachelor’s degree from Columbia College in Missouri. It took her 12 years to complete college. She is currently pursuing an MBA at the Keller Graduate School of Management. She is in the process of starting up a home service agency. Hicks states, “We inspired and supported each other relentlessly to finish college no matter what challenges we faced so we could change the direction of our journey and rewrite our destiny.”

Tashea Stanley-Dixon enrolled in a community college and worked at night calling homeowners who were delinquent in their mortgage payments. It took her eight years but she earned a bachelor’s degree in business administration from Columbia College. She too, is enrolled in the MBA program at the Keller Graduate School of Management. She is now a certified paralegal.

Khadija Darr earned an associate’s degree at Robert Morris University and a bachelor’s degree at Columbia College. Almost 90 percent of her course work was completed online. She is currently enrolled in the MBA program with a concentration in accounting at Concordia University in Chicago. She currently operates her own T-shirt company and has a tax preparation business. She plans to become a certified public accountant.

While working various jobs and taking care of her son, Kenji Kuykendall attended a community college part time over an eight year period and earned her associate’s degree with honors from the College of Lake County. She then went on to complete her bachelor’s degree in 2008 with a specialization in workforce education development from Southern Illinois University. She graduated magna cum laude. Currently Kenji attends Lake Forest Graduate School of Management and will earn a MBA with a specialization in organizational behavior in January. It was a 14-year journey to complete her education. She now is works in human resources for a major pharmaceutical company in Chicago with aspirations of becoming a human resources executive officer. She lives by the motto, “Hard work does pay off.” She could not have achieved her goals without the support of her family and friends.

Excerpt from http://www.jbhe.com/ (The Journal of Blacks in Higher Education)