Journey to Love: How Thirty Days of Positive Thoughts and Communication Transformed My Marriage

By Marcie Wilson

Has your marriage journey been a rocky road to travel?

Have you arrived at a destination where you’re ready to get off?

Do you believe God has a plan for your marriage beyond what you can currently see?

If your heart answered yes to these

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marcie Wilson
• Release date: Oct 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9780692969564

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THE STARTING POINT

The birthing process is remarkable. I can remember being pregnant with my son, Fredrick III. It was a very exciting time. Each month as he grew in my stomach, I was amazed. I was ecstatic about the thought of being a new mom. I went and bought all of the pregnancy books I could, and on my night stand were both the Bible and What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I couldn’t wait for my little bundle of joy to arrive. But when I got to the last month and I began to see birthing videos and I read about things like the pain, epidurals, episiotomy, dilatation and all of the hardships of labor; I began to feel uneasy. I continued with my Lamaze classes and put up a brave front because I knew that this baby would have to come out and I needed to prepare myself for his arrival, both mentally and physically. Fred III’s due date came and went, but still no baby. My uneasiness turned into fear as the days went on. Days turned into a week and week one turned into week two. As each day passed, my anxiety grew. Finally, the doctor said, we couldn’t leave him in there any longer, and we had to induce labor. What!? By now I am totally freaking out because I’d had this great birthing plan in my mind and now, in a split second, it all changed. They induced my labor on a Tuesday and for the next 36 hours we waited, we walked around the hospital corridors trying to expedite the process, but we were still waiting. Family members had come to the hospital in anticipation of Fred III’s arrival, but by now the waiting room was empty. The hours dragged on and on. Suddenly, Fred III became distressed and the nurse called the doctor in. Emergency C-section was the next course of action, and now my fear turned into full blown panic. Fred tried to calm me and was there every step of the way. He never left my side.

At last, I was prepped for surgery, the epidural had been put into place and the blue sheet tent had been erected. I could hear the doctors and nurses talking about the next steps, and I asked Fred to give me a minute-by-minute account of what the medical staff was doing on the other side of the blue sheet. He gently held my hand and reassured me that everything would be okay. I was awake for the entire procedure. Although I couldn’t feel the actual pain, I could feel the pressure of being cut, I could feel the doctor moving things around in my stomach and I could feel them pulling a baby from me. The time had finally arrived, and, a full two weeks past his due date, Fred III was here, and boy did he make a grand