How many people does it take to save an unborn life?

From Justin Taylor:

Visit www.heartbeatinternational.org and you will see Lisa.  She represents one example of the community of Christians it takes some times to save even one mother and baby from abortion.  I met Lisa through the Core Center, our of Heartbeat affiliate in Sunbury, OH.  Listening to Lisa, I counted about 23 people who played a direct and significant role, in rescuing Lisa from despair, saving her baby from certain death, and being the answer to prayer for a young couple praying for the opportunity to adopt.  They include:

Four (4) from the pregnancy help center.

1-the phone consultant, trained to reassure Lisa that coming for pregnancy help, rather than turning to an abortionist to save her, is the right thing to do.

2- the pregnancy consultant that greeted Lisa, provided her a pregnancy test and did a case assessment (and in her case, the needs were extraordinary and immediate).

3- the nurse/sonographer who performed the ultrasound scan.  This enabled Lisa to see that the choice before her was not, “should I have a baby or not?” She could see that she had a baby.  The true choice before her was to nurture or kill the baby she had.

4- the Director, Melissa, who because of the immense and immediate needs Lisa had, including no place to stay that night, needed to get involved and make some calls.
Three (3) from a local church.

1- the pastor, who received the call from the Director, and swung his church into action; and

2- the gentleman who came forward, that the pastor knew and trusted, who offered her a safe room to stay in that night and over the following days.

3- the man in his church who owned some property, including an empty apartment, and offered it to her for free.

Twelve (12), the number of people from this church and probably others, who came forward over the next several weekends to repair, replace, paint, carpet, clean, and furnish this apartment for Lisa.  I may be underestimating this number.

Two (2) from Catholic Charities.

1- the amazing adoption counselor assigned to Lisa’s case, who with care and professionalism, assisted Lisa as she considered adoption, befriended her throughout the pregnancy and through the emotional ups and downs, led her through the process of reviewing, interviewing and selecting parents for her baby, and secured the legal work for it to be done right and fair to all.

2- the lawyer handling it all.

Two (2), the adopting parents.  A precious young, married Christian couple, who had been seeking a child for a number of years.  I saw them with Lisa, holding the baby, and sharing together the very gift of life and bonded by the powerful and special love that is inherent in adoption.

That makes 23 people directly involved in Lisa’s story.  Because I don’t know the number, I did not count those sisters who helped Lisa learn to pray and to trust in Christ, as she testified that night.  So there are more.

Lisa’s picture and story is on our home page of the new website found at www.heartbeatinternational.org.

Flashback Week – If I could write my wife’s journal…

[originally posted on February 25, 2008 - when Sarah was pregnant with Ben, who is 2 years old today!!  Happy Birthday, Ben!)

(with apologies to Daniel Defoe)

Day 279.

Or is it 278?

I seem to have lost all track of time. Each day blends into the next, with hardly any distinction. Has it really been that long since I arrived on this land I’ve come to call Bay BeBump Island? Was there ever a life or day NOT spent on this island? I can’t remember, but I doubt it, even as logic assures me that there was. Bah, I can’t trust my mind any longer, anyway. This land has had a strange effect on me. I’ve tried to counteract the effects with these lovely little cookies that I’ve found, each one enigmatically marked with an “m.” Surely, it must mean “munch me.”

I didn’t fare too well during the first weeks on this island. Adequate sustenance was hard to find and harder to keep [down]. Everything edible had a horrible affect on me. However, in time, I must have since acclimated to the food and my surroundings. For awhile, all was good. In the past few weeks though something has inexplicably happened to my bedding. No matter what I try, the ground seems to follow my every move and refuses to surrender its comfort in my sleep. And I swear someone or something somehow knows where I’ll lie down because they put a stick or something that pokes me in the ribs all night long. Have I mentioned the heat? I am now fully convinced of global warming since this place sure has heated up in the past few months. I’d give anything for an arctic blast. Or raspberry chocolate ice cream.

The natives on the island, though few, at times are quite demanding. It’s hard to describe them. Mostly of a darker complexion, they’re rather short in stature. They seem to be a fierce tribe, at least one would think so from all the war party’s they have. At least, I think it’s a war party, which is the only explanation I can think of for all the screaming and wailing. But for all their “fierceness” they raid my provisions quite frequently and even have the gall to sit on me! Don’t they know what kind of stress I’m under here on this island?! They appear to have made me their chief of some sort, although apparently not the kind of chief that gets waited on hand and foot. Speaking of feet, I wonder if I can bribe one of them to rub my swollen feet.

But there is good news! I spotted a ship on the horizon this afternoon!! Just thinking about leaving this island has me ecstatic. If my calculations are correct, the ship appears to be only a day’s journey away. I’ve got to get busy! I’ve got to make my list of things to do! If only I had the energy!

Ouch, what was that?!

Valuing Life

[This is from Rev. Phil Holsinger, President/CEO of the Blue Ridge Women's Center in Roanoke, VA.  If you are not an active supporter of your local Women's Center, I would encourage to learn more about what you can do to support those on the front lines of the fight for life - ALL life.]

In a recent discussion with one of our staff members, I was reminded that we do more than just save babies here at Blue Ridge Women’s Center. Of course seeing a child given the opportunity to live a life that may have otherwise been abruptly ended by abortion is extremely valuable and worthwhile. But it is the woman who walks through the door that we direct our ministry toward. Her life is every bit as valuable and important as the one growing within her. That’s part of the reason we changed the name of this ministry a few years back. We are now known as Blue Ridge Women’s Center because we care deeply about women and their babies. We compassionately bring the truth of God’s love to every woman who calls, texts, e-mails or walks into this office. We do this because we know that God cares deeply about each of them as well.

It may come as a surprise to you, but somewhere between 25% and 30% of our clients have a negative pregnancy test result. Yet we direct a significant amount of our time and resources toward ministering to those women. If all we cared about was the baby, these clients would be quickly dismissed. Why do we spend the time, resources and energy? It’s simple, really—her life is precious and valuable. She is God’s creation and He desires the best for her. And in the vast majority of instances she is engaged in a lifestyle that will lead to significant problems emotionally, physically and spiritually in the future. She has made and is making decisions that will have bad outcomes.

This same philosophy of ministry applies to the women with positive tests who intend to continue their pregnancies, those with no intention to abort. We care about them, their lives today as well as the future. They too are precious in God’s sight and He cares deeply for them. It is a privilege for us to partner with God as He draws them closer to His truth and light. Like the women with negative tests, most of these clients have chosen lifestyles that have tragedy and heartbreak written all over them.

In addition to the women who intend to abort, are vulnerable to abortion, intend to carry, or have a negative test result, there are those who chose to abort a child in the past. This group of women and men hold a special place in my heart because they walk a path that I walked as well. The consequences of their decision are having a significant impact on their lives whether they realize it or not. But with God’s forgiveness, healing and restoration they can live in the peace He provides. Why? Because He cares deeply for them; they are also precious in His sight.

I have been in the Roanoke area for over 18 months now, and I assume there are people and organizations in our community that may care as deeply about women as we do, but I am convinced that none of them care more deeply than we do. And you are a part of that collective we. Without your support, encouragement and prayers we wouldn’t have the impact on the lives that have marked our 25 years of ministry.

Please keep us in your prayers daily, especially during these times of economic uncertainty. Now, more than at any time in my recollection, more women’s lives and the lives of their children hang in the balance. Our client visits are up and so are the number of women who are abortion-intended and abortion-vulnerable.

Additionally, please pray about your financial support of this ministry. The summer months are the slowest time of the year for us, and your gift now will help us make it through these late summer months. (Click here to make a gift online today.)

We are also planning for our 25th Anniversary Fundraising Banquet coming up October 15th at the Hotel Roanoke. We need more Table Hosts than we have in the past, and so we are asking all of our friends to find out how they can host a table as well as join us in this celebration. (Click here to find out the details.) I hope to see you there.

God’s Blessings,
Rev. Phil Holsinger (Coach), President/CEO

What to Expect When Your Wife’s Expecting

Guys, let’s face it. When it comes to pregnancy, labor and the whole birth process, we’re clueless. And we’re even more clueless about what actually happens on the day of delivery. You see, we’ve got it in our mind that things will work out pretty much how they do in the few movies we’ve watched about a couple having a baby. Your wife’s water might break or she might suddenly go into labor, you’ll rush her to the hospital speeding all the way, wheel her into the emergency room where the doctors and nurses will immediately take over, put you both in a room, a couple hours of intense “Push! Breathe! Push! Breathe!” later and you are now the proud parents of an adorable baby.

Needless to say, this is not reality. Not even close. Okay, maybe a little close, but not much.

In an effort to help my brother-in-law who is about to become a father for the first time, (or anyone else out there reading this) I would like to explain the process of delivery from a guy’s perspective. Some of the details may be different, but hopefully overall this will be of some help to you. (Ladies, no offense intended with anything here, but this post is not for you. Read at your own peril.) This will also be a rather long read, so buckle up.

Before we get to the trip to the hospital, let’s back up a few weeks. You may have noticed that your wife is cleaning like crazy or packing things for the baby every couple of days. This is her mothering instincts kicking into overdrive. See, for almost 9 months now, she’s been bonding with this little person inside her. She is way more aware that this is in fact, a person who will in just a short time be occupying your house and waking you up in the middle of the night. Plus, if she is anything like my wife, planning is simply her forte. Believe me, you’ll be glad she’s doing all this. She knows that the stork doesn’t leave the delivery sheet with you to wrap the baby up in for the trip home. Yep, the baby does need to clothes for the trip home. And diapers. And more clothes. And more diapers. (It’s absolutely amazing the amount of clothes and diapers a newborn can go through in a day!) But whatever you do, make sure you keep up with everything that is being packed. Make a list and tape it to the front door if you need to.

Okay, fast forward to the day of the hospital trip. Your wife is experiencing some pretty intense pain and you’re thanking God that he made you a guy. You have now reached a crucial point: do NOT argue with your wife about ANYTHING from this point on until you get back home with your baby!! You do and your wife may just be wishing that God DID make you a woman just so you could go through what she’s going through. As you head out to the car, it’s at this point where that list you made earlier comes in handy. Your wife may not be able to think straight about what needs to be brought, etc and it’s up to you to make sure you bring it. Diaper bag – check. Overnight bag – check. Your bag – che-what?

Yep, you need a bag too, albeit one not quite so packed as the other two since you’ll have the wonderful freedom of being able to leave the hospital anytime you want (theoretically speaking, of course). If you plan to stay with your wife and are able to, you’ll need some things like toothbrush, deodorant, etc. But (and here’s what they don’t tell you), you’ll need a book or something to do during your stay. You see, the whole process can be very quick and adrenaline-fueled. But more than likely, it will be slow. Painfully slow (just ask your wife). And boring. Yep, you read right – boring. (It’s at this point that any women still reading want to shoot me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, ladies.) Well – I should say that it can get boring if your wife chooses to have an epidural. Otherwise, not so much, I’m sure. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Just note that you should take something to read and something to snack on as well.

Okay, you’ve got the bags, you’ve driven to the hospital, and you’ve made your way to the emergency room. Even though it’s quite obvious to you and everyone else in the waiting room why you are here, part of the Hippocratic Oath that all medical personnel are required to swear to makes them ask “Why are you here?” As much as you are tempted to say “Well, I’m having my tonsils out and my wife sitting here groaning in the wheelchair decided to come along and dramatize the pain I’m feeling” – don’t. You’ll have to fill out some forms, including your wife’s birthday, full name, SSN, etc. If you don’t know these things, start memorizing them NOW. Especially her birthday. Most definitely her birthday. Since your wife will be in a lot of pain, you’ll need to be on top of things in answering any questions you can.

Next comes triage. This is a special place with the French term that means “We’re going to ask you the same questions again.” Here’s where you’ll be asked about insurance, fill out some more forms, your wife gets to wear a shower curtain, and where the nurses will double check just to make sure that your wife really is having a baby. (As frustrating as this is, just keep remembering that it’s all part of the Hippocratic Oath. I’m sure of it.) Once they’ve verified that, yes, this is the real thing, you’ll be taken to a room and your assigned nurse will check on you every now and then. Here’s where the difficult part starts.

All this time, your wife will be in immense pain every few minutes. During this time, she might scream. She might yell. She might say some things that aren’t exactly loving. Although it will be very difficult, DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THIS PERSONALLY! Women in labor are very rarely in their right mind. But this isn’t something you should point out to her at this time – just be aware of it. Due to heavy breathing and the pain she is in, it will be very helpful to keep her supplied with water and ice chips. Also it helps to count the seconds of each contraction. When she has her contractions, both you and the nurse will more than likely be holding on to her legs to give her something to brace against. This might seem a little weird, but apparently it helps. This entire time, she needs you to be as encouraging as you can be.

There might come a point where your wife decides she’s had enough and wants to call in reinforcements, otherwise known as an epidural. This is a type of anesthesia that brings a huge amount of relief “by blocking the transmission of signals through nerves in or near the spinal cord” (thank you Wikipedia). Once administered, your wife will think this is the best drug ever created and wonder if it comes in prescription form. The tricky part is getting it in. More than likely, she’ll need to sit up on the edge of the bed and hold on to you while the doctor finds the right spot in her back and – whoa! that’s a huge needle!! The doctor will have what will probably be the longest needle you’ll ever see in your life and, yes, it’s going into your wife’s back. So, let’s back up a few minutes and say that if you have a problem with needles or even think you have a problem with needles, now is the time to say so. Picking you up off the floor is the last thing that’s needed right now. Good with needles? Okay. As your wife is holding on to you, you get the pleasure of seeing the longest needle you’ll ever see disappear into your wife’s spine. Once that is in place, your wife will not be in near as much pain even though the contractions are still going. Here’s where it could get boring. While you certainly want to help her in any way you can, the sense of urgency brought about by screams of pain is gone and you almost feel like you can relax a little. Good thing to because you might be there awhile. Waiting. And waiting. And then after that, you wait some more. So unless your wife objects, read a book or take a walk, or something.

Here’s where the details might vary from story to story. Some guys get the pleasure of seeing the baby born “naturally” (whatever that means). Or the doctor might conclude that a C-section is necessary. Since this last option was the route we took, it’s what I can describe. After getting suited up, you’ll get to wait outside the surgery room for what seems like an eternity while they get all situated inside with your wife. A nurse will come and bring you in, warning you not to touch a thing. The doctors are all huddled around this thing draped in a blue canopy – that’s when you realize that that’s your wife on the table. You get to sit at her head while listening to the soothing sounds of snipping, sucking and clinking of surgical tools. Once again, you thank God that you are not a woman. If your wife doesn’t feel particularly chatty, it’s because someone other than the baby is rummaging around inside her.

Then you hear a tiny cry and your heart melts. It has got to be one of the best sounds in the world. You’ve just heard your baby announcing herself to the world for the first time.

The nurse will bring your baby round to a warming bed thing (pardon the technical terminology) to clean the baby up. While the baby looks like a squinting, slimy piece of baloney, she is at the same time a beautiful site to behold. (As an aside, I would highly recommend bringing a camera into the surgery room.) There is one part that you as the father get to play in this whole process, should you choose to. Once they’ve got her all cleaned up, you get to take a pair of scissors and cut the umbilical chord. Personally, I can stand needles and blood and yelling, but cutting body parts just isn’t my thing. If you don’t feel like you can do it, no problem. The nurses will then weigh and measure her, wrap her up, and give her to you to hold for the first time. And your heart will melt again.

Meanwhile, your wife is still being rummaged around in, tugged, vacuumed and sewed back up. If she doesn’t want to talk or look at your baby just yet, it’s nothing personal and certainly nothing against your baby. She is simply trying desperately not to get sick from all the weirdness going on beneath the blue canopy. Once you’re out of surgery, believe me she will be more than happy to revel in this moment.

If you stay overnight at the hospital with your wife, it is perfectly okay to have the nurses take care of your baby in the nursery for a little while. You’ll be feeling tired and your wife will most certainly be feeling tired and need her rest. Don’t feel guilty when the nurses ask if the both of you would like to get some rest and have them take your baby for a little while. In fact, you may need to insist on it for your wife’s sake.

And now you have joined the elite ranks of dadhood. There will be many more lessons to learn, joys to share, butts to be wiped, and tiny fingers to kiss. Welcome to the best job in the world.

Breaking news!

Please give a warm welcome to Benjamin Lawrence!! :)

Sarah started having contractions around 6:30 this morning and they were coming pretty close together (around 2 minutes apart). She’s pretty sure her water broke around the same time.

We got to the hospital where they admitted her right away and took us to a room. When we first got there, she was about 5 cm dilated. Her contractions were still about 2 minutes apart, but definitely increasing in intensity. She got an epidural around 12:30, and was doing much, much better. Sarah said she is certainly glad she doesn’t live in the 18th century.

Sarah persuaded me to go get something to eat around 3:00 p.m. since she was feeling pretty okay. Just a little while later, however, my phone rang. “Um, Stephen, were are you? They say I’m 10cm dilated and for me to start pushing!!” What?! Okay, um, I’ll be right there!! I’m pretty sure I cut it close on one or two stop lights in driving back to the hospital.

However, despite Sarah’s best efforts, Ben just didn’t want to cooperate and turn his head the way it was supposed to be turned. So after almost FOUR hours of pushing, we decided to deliver Ben by C-section. So the doctor’s prepped her, wheeled her into the O/R and then let me come in to sit by Sarah. At 8:06 p.m., we heard Ben’s little cry for the first time!! The C-section was successful with no complications.

Now for the particulars everyone is waiting for. Ben weighed 7 lbs, 15.8 oz. (couldn’t quite make the 8 lb. mark) and was 20.5 inches long. He has a bunch of hair (of course) and is so incredibly beautiful. I’ve always said that newborns aren’t all that cute, but look more like little pieces of bologna. I guess that’s because I’ve never seen my own newborn. :) I’ll be posting pictures as soon as possible just to prove how cute he is.

Sarah and Ben are doing well. Needless to say, Sarah is quite exhausted from both the pushing AND the C-section. She’ll probably be in the hospital for a few days recovering. But she is most definitely glad to hold Ben on the OUTSIDE finally.

Again, thanks all for your continued prayers!

Labor Limericks

When you’re waiting for a baby to come
Everything seems oh! so ho-hum
With way too much time
You start making a rhyme
And end up with a silly poem

We’re all so eagerly waiting
The uncertainty everyone hating.
Ben, what’ll it take
Your grand entrance to make?
I promise to give a high rating!

I think it’s time for Ben to come out
Although this he seems to doubt
Soon Sarah’ll be in a dither
Running hither and thither
While Ben wonders what the fuss is about.

If I could write my wife’s journal….

(with apologies to Daniel Defoe)

Day 279.

Or is it 278?

I seem to have lost all track of time. Each day blends into the next, with hardly any distinction. Has it really been that long since I arrived on this land I’ve come to call Bay BeBump Island? Was there ever a life or day NOT spent on this island? I can’t remember, but I doubt it, even as logic assures me that there was. Bah, I can’t trust my mind any longer, anyway. This land has had a strange effect on me. I’ve tried to counteract the effects with these lovely little cookies that I’ve found, each one enigmatically marked with an “m.” Surely, it must mean “munch me.”

I didn’t fare too well during the first weeks on this island. Adequate sustenance was hard to find and harder to keep [down]. Everything edible had a horrible affect on me. However, in time, I must have since acclimated to the food and my surroundings. For awhile, all was good. In the past few weeks though something has inexplicably happened to my bedding. No matter what I try, the ground seems to follow my every move and refuses to surrender its comfort in my sleep. And I swear someone or something somehow knows where I’ll lie down because they put a stick or something that pokes me in the ribs all night long. Have I mentioned the heat? I am now fully convinced of global warming since this place sure has heated up in the past few months. I’d give anything for an arctic blast. Or raspberry chocolate ice cream.

The natives on the island, though few, at times are quite demanding. It’s hard to describe them. Mostly of a darker complexion, they’re rather short in stature. They seem to be a fierce tribe, at least one would think so from all the war party’s they have. At least, I think it’s a war party, which is the only explanation I can think of for all the screaming and wailing. But for all their “fierceness” they raid my provisions quite frequently and even have the gall to sit on me! Don’t they know what kind of stress I’m under here on this island?! They appear to have made me their chief of some sort, although apparently not the kind of chief that gets waited on hand and foot. Speaking of feet, I wonder if I can bribe one of them to rub my swollen feet.

But there is good news! I spotted a ship on the horizon this afternoon!! Just thinking about leaving this island has me ecstatic. If my calculations are correct, the ship appears to be only a day’s journey away. I’ve got to get busy! I’ve got to make my list of things to do! If only I had the energy!

Ouch, what was that?!

And then there were 4!

Yep! Sarah is pregnant!! We are vey excited and shocked, to say the least. The Lord has blessed us with one homegrown child in addition to Carlos, Jeremiah and Natalie. We had our first doctor’s visit and ultrasound yesterday. It was so amazing to see the little baby’s arms, legs, head and tummy and to hear its heartbeat. The nurse even got the baby to wiggle a little by pressing on Sarah’s stomach. (I guess I’d wiggle too if someone was pushing on me!)

Before we were married, Sarah and I talked about having at least 4 children – but I don’t think either of us ever thought it would only take 2 years!! :)

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