Saturday, September 27, 2008
Happy Birthday, Rebekah!
Dear Becca Becks,
The morning you were to be born Daddy and I drove to the hospital in the dark singing together Psalm 16. "Preserve me O, God, for in you do I trust...." We had sung it at church the evening before and it was our prayer for what your birthday would hold.
We did not know it at the time, but God knew all along that your journey into this world would be a dangerous one for us both. A diligent nurse, Cindy, caught the early signs of trouble and worked hard to save you. The doctor ran back into the hospital and took us into surgery. In just moments everything had changed.
I went to sleep really fast not knowing if you would be okay. Not knowing if you were a boy or a girl. Not knowing what we would be facing when I woke up. I should have been a lot of pain- you were ready to be born! I remember feeling nothing. God was singing His Psalm to me and I was singing it back to Him from under my oxygen mask. The nurses kept trying to take off the mask so that I could talk to them. I kept putting it back on telling them that I was just praying.
When I did wake, I saw you, Rebekah, our fifth daughter with lots of dark, brown hair and petite feminine features. I loved you the minute I saw you there with your oxygen mask on. I held you and kissed you and cried. We were quite a sight!
I can't imagine our family without you here. Your sweet giggles, your sense of humor, your flexibility, your eagerness to be a helper are just a few of the things that bless me every day.
Happy birthday my big four year old girly girl! I'm sorry that you are sick on your birthday. Your cream of wheat wouldn't hold candles for you to blow out, so we'll just have to eat cake later.