I vividly remember the circumstances of his birth. I was in the last year of seminary at Bexley Hall, and in the midst of finals, when he decided it was time. He was a bit early then, but has not lived up to that standard consistently over the past several years. After several hours of labor, my beloved's blood pressure dropped precipitously and I can taste the fear I felt when they announced that they had "lost" the heartbeat. Organized chaos ensued as they rushed my beloved from the room for an emergency C-Section. All I could think of was losing this little boy that I was awaiting so eagerly. Having followed as closely as I could, I was left alone for several minutes, minutes of anxious prayer, until an orderly came out with scrubs for me.
I asked the orderly if the baby was ok, his response was that my beloved was fine. This did not calm my nerves, as I knew that she would be fine, so I asked again, and he motioned me to follow. When I entered the OR, I was greeted with the best sound I have ever heard, the squawking of a newborn baby boy. He was a bit blue, but healthy. Mom, of course, was fine as well. It was at this point that I broke into tears. Tears of joy.
It turns out that the drop in BP that forced the C-Section was a blessing. As they removed him from the womb, the discovered that he had twisted himself in such a way as to wrap the cord around his neck. This was not seen on any of the ultra-sounds. A traditional delivery would have been a dangerous option, with this condition not observed.
As I remember this day, I give thanks to God for the birth of the youngest, and pray that he may have many years!