Here is what I wrote on Facebook, as a note, that describes what we went through:
I never thought I'd post something like this (even though I know I post way too much as a general rule) but . . . Lindsay gets to take a shower! She was so very sick and now she is on her way to being the Lindsay we all know and love. AND
Young Mr. Lubke is off the respirator and breathing on his own.
He still has a long way to go, but they say, doing this one thing, means he is well on his way to keeping Lindsay and Craig on their toes for a very very very long time!
All of the praise goes to God for watching over them and keeping them safe!
To each of you, thank you, for taking the time to send your prayers.
Thank you thank you thank you!
(A quick synopsis) Lindsay had severe preeclampsia. I can't remember the exact wording the specialist used but basically her neurological system was what was being affected the most. They decided that they would still try to have her deliver the old fashioned way. They gave her one medicine to prepare her body to start labor and that medicine actually put her into labor. They say that happens sometimes between the preeclampsia and that medicine. She was doing a good job but all of a sudden she started severely shaking and I noticed her eyes just didn't look right and she really wasn't responding to our questions. The nurse called the doctor and they decided to go ahead and give her the epidural to see if relieving some of the pain would help. After that was taken care of we all settled in for what we thought would be a normal delivery. She was calm and the contractions were coming regularly.
A few minutes later the nurse came in and acted normal. She said she thought she would do a quick check. While she was doing the quick check she asked Craig to step out and ask a nurse to come in and help. He nonchalantly stepped out into the hall and just said, “She needs some help”. Once he did that I heard something drop and it seemed like a million people poured into Lindsay’s room. I saw the panic in some of their eyes. All of our friends and family in the waiting room said they heard “Code Purple” but when they asked they were told that it wasn’t Lindsay’s room. The nurse never removed herself from Lindsay’s bed. She rode into the delivery room on her bed still connected to Lindsay. They were doing an emergency C-section. There was another soon-to-be mom actually in the delivery room on the table and they had the scalpel ready and were just about to start C-Section for her delivery. Instead they took her out and Lindsay took her place. Kyler was delivered with 'his hands waving and crying'. Those were the words they told us. What they didn't tell us what that right after that he faded and they had to revive him.
A lot of miracles happen throughout this whole ordeal but two that really stand out that involved other people were: The lady in the delivery room was a woman from Norma’s church (Lindsay’s Grandma who just recently moved into heaven) AND the other distinct and obvious miracle, at least to me was, the exact moment we were losing Kyler is when Robbin (Lindsay’s Aunt) began praying out loud for him.
You see, I wasn't being a very good grandmother. I was only praying for Lindsay. I have to admit that fact, even though it shames me, but I could not fathom living without her in my life. I couldn't get past my worry for her to think about my grandson for more than just one quick little prayer. (Although, in reality I know that only one prayer is needed. Our heavenly Father knows what we need before we even think to ask.)
The thing is though, that when everyone left the room, I stayed in her room with the door closed so I could pray. I don't pray out loud normally but go deep inside and . . . anyway. Robbin walked into the room and I asked her to stay silent. I didn't want to talk I just wanted to pray for Lindsay. Robbin nodded and was praying silently. All of a sudden, and with urgency, she prayed, out loud, for Kyler and for Lindsay. I got chills when she did it. It wasn't a long verbose prayer, but a simple and to the point prayer, and she really meant it. What I'm trying to say here is that I know that her prayer was heard. I knew it then and I have proof now.
It only takes one prayer from the right person.
I know God is omnipotent, and can hear all of our prayers at the same time, and be aware of all that is going on in the entire world, but I have a feeling that He stopped and took notice of that prayer and He gave us Kyler.
I just know he did.
Now, remind me of this when Ky is going through the terrible two's and Lindsay and Craig are at their wits end . . . or, better yet, the teenage years . . . :0)
I need to get to the hospital to bring stuff for Lindsay’s shower but I wanted to get this note started.
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