Pregnancy Story
The Great Suprise
August 3rd, 2015. I will never forget that day. It was the day I found out I was pregnant.
As I drove from Amarillo to my home in Dumas, Texas, I had a suspicion that I was pregnant. Once home, I was too agitated to stay there. I grabbed my purse and headed to CVS to buy a pregnancy test. Once home again, I took the test. Sure enough, the first one was positive. Just to be sure, I tried the second one. Positive. Growing panicky, I called my pastor’s wife to learn how trustworthy the tests were. She assured me that they were very dependable. I was heartsick.
When Michael and I had agreed to get married, we decided not to have any children. Michael was 40 years old and didn’t want children late in life, and I was wary of raising children in our culture. Despite all the years I had worked in the children’s ministry, I hadn’t developed a desire to have my own children. I was content pursuing my church and book-writing ministries. For that reason, when I discovered I was pregnant, it was not a joyous occasion. All I could see was the work that would go into it.
We didn’t stand a chance, however! Behind the scenes, my mother and another woman in our church had prayed for us to have a baby. The church member, Elsa, knew in her spirit that we would be excellent parents. She also knew that it wasn’t about whether we were ready for a baby. She was confident God had put us together to have at least one child. She believed the people who benefit the most from our strengths and gifts are our children, so when she found out we weren’t planning to have any, she started praying secretively that we would have one.
Immediately after learning of my pregnancy, fear of miscarriage came to my mind. Since it was fear of something negative, I knew it was the devil. I stood on John 10:10 and my redemption promises, knowing miscarriage was not God’s will, despite my inability to get excited. God also gave me Isaiah 41:10: “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will UPHOLD you with My righteous right hand.” I pictured God’s hand under my womb, holding up my child. Over time, the nagging thoughts disappeared, and I began to focus on other pregnancy-related topics.
Words from God
As the weeks went by, I still couldn’t get excited or see the reason behind it all. But one September Sunday at church during praise and worship, God spoke to me: “Your baby was supernaturally conceived, will be supernaturally sustained, will be supernaturally birthed—all for a supernatural purpose.” As I usually do when God speaks to me, I quickly returned to my pew to write the words down. From then on, I held on to it as a promise and a purpose.
Time went by. My tummy, of course, grew larger, and the church threw me a shower. We decorated the nursery and were getting used to the idea of having a child. Most importantly, I compiled Scriptures and good confessions to speak over myself, Amaris, and our doctor in preparation for the delivery day. Based on a past negative doctor report, I knew there could potentially be complications. Other people had hardships during their pregnancy and delivery, and I was determined that it would not be me. I applied my faith toward a smooth and fast delivery, a healthy child, no problems, no c-section, and no epidural. I knew, even if I didn’t understand the supernatural purpose behind having a child, that I had a right to a healthy and uncomplicated delivery and pregnancy.
In October 2015, a mother of one of my past Christian academy students saw me at church after a long absence. She excitedly reminded me of an open vision she had of me when I was working at the school. In the vision, I was standing fully pregnant, “glowing and beautiful.” She also told me that her grandson Aiden had known one morning—months before her visit and hundreds of miles away—that I was going to have a baby. This was before I even knew I was pregnant!
In November 2015, I was in the shower when God spoke again: “There is a Samuel in your womb.” We hadn’t discovered the gender yet, so I wasn’t sure what it meant beyond knowing a male name. I simply put it on the back burner until I understood.
Finally, in December, we discovered the gender. It was a girl! Though I was certain for weeks that it would be a boy, I was happy because I could name her Amaris, my middle name. I had always thought that if I had a baby girl, I would call her by that Hebrew name, which means “whom God has promised.” However, I still didn’t understand the “Samuel” part fully.
On Valentine’s Day 2016, my pastor allowed me to preach at church in his absence. I agreed to the date, though he was apprehensive that it would work for me. My tummy was a full seven and a half months big, which left most women aching and finding it difficult to stand for a lengthy period. I was confident, despite fatigue off and on, that I could do it. As God promised, my daughter and I stood with strength for three hours as I greeted at the church doors, participated in praise and worship, preached, and prayed for people at the end. God was faithful, giving me the supernatural strength I needed to do His will! It bolstered my confidence for my future delivery date.
Toward the end of March 2016, our friends, Pastors Anthony and Briana Curran, arrived from Ireland. During a church service with them, I knew they were supposed to pray for us. We took them out to eat and invited them to our house to pray. I sensed the presence of God as they did. The prayers were anointed and exactly what we needed. During one part of the prayer, Anthony prayed that Amaris would hear God’s voice as Samuel had. I knew immediately that this was what God meant. She would be like the prophet Samuel, hearing God’s voice and speaking what she heard.
A week or so before my delivery date, our church member Elsa asked if she could pray for me. She prayed primarily for peace in every part of the delivery. I knew she had heard from God.
Delivery!
At eleven o’clock in the morning on March 28th, 2016, I went for my final doctor’s appointment before my due date of April 2nd. Dr. Griffin said everything looked good, and we could plan on a natural delivery. Praise the Lord! Now, just to wait…
I didn’t have to wait long. That night, between midnight and one o’clock in the morning, I began to have contractions. I didn’t realize they were contractions at first. I thought Amaris was shifting around as she often did, putting pressure on my spine. But no matter what I did, the pain wouldn’t go away. I began to count between contractions and found them to be inconsistent. Braxton Hicks, perhaps? I laugh now at how indecisive I was! To be sure it would be a worthwhile trip to Amarillo’s hospital (an hour away), I called my mom and my pastor’s wife to get their opinion. Both were quite sure it was the real thing since I’d never had Braxton Hicks. After the phone calls, my pastor’s wife called us back to share a Word from the Holy Ghost: we were to speak Shalom, peace, over the delivery (just as Elsa had prayed). This bore witness to us, and I purposed to do so.
I counted some more and finally decided we should go to the hospital. My husband Michael hadn’t packed yet, so we waited a bit longer as I dressed and moved my bag to the car. Finally, at four in the morning, we took off to Amarillo. Even then, we needed prayer. Michael had bad night vision and had to work extra hard to stay in his lane! All the while, I counted my contractions. Five minutes apart by! They had eased and were a mild ache—another of God’s supernatural blessings!
We arrived at the hospital’s emergency room at five in the morning. Unfortunately, no one was at the desk! After a few minutes, we decided to make our way down the halls to the maternity ward. Thankfully, the contractions were bearable, and I could walk. A hospital staff member met us in the hall. We were turned around, so she offered to take us to the maternity ward while Michael parked the car. She couldn’t locate a wheelchair for me, so she opted for a wheeled office chair from behind someone’s desk!
I signed in at the maternity ward’s desk, and they admitted me to a delivery room to get my dilation checked. Shockingly, I was dilated to an eight! I made two important phone calls, sent out texts, and prepared myself for delivery! The hospital staff said it was too late for an epidural and too late for the antibiotics they had wanted to give me. That was fine because I didn’t want either one of them! I am convinced that God allowed me to be indecisive so I wouldn’t be on time for the antibiotics. Unknown to me at the time, they would only give them to me if I had gotten there four hours earlier!
Soon, the contractions increased to more than I had experienced before. As Michael stood next to me, I gripped his hand with each contraction. (Michael’s presence was another answer to prayer as he previously vowed he would not be in the delivery room. He thought he would pass out!) Everything moved so quickly that there was no time or need for the soothing praise and worship music, poster of Isaiah 41:10, and calming massages and stretches we had prepared! I trusted that God would help me push, however. And He did! I sensed His presence at my headboard, helping me push. After eight hours of labor and three pushes, Amaris—whom God had promised!—made her appearance at 7:57 AM. With black hair and blonde highlights, she was a picture of health and cuteness!
Two days later, we went home. As I had prayed, I arrived home with little pain. The strength I had believed for was present to endure minimal sleep.
I can confidently say that my faith grew to another level. God proved faithful through it all! He had given us a healthy, beautiful child. He had answered my prayer for strength, fast delivery, and minimal pain. He confirmed His word by making provision for no C-section, no epidural, and no problems. He had given us peace. Now we have only to see what supernatural things He will do with a child in our lives! What will we learn? How will our faith grow even more? How will we see that supernatural purpose unfold?
Christa Madrid 