Lorraine’s Testimony (Part 2)
Twenty years ago today, my son Dillon, was delivered into this world based on God’s promise to me. Although at the time, I could not understand why my son was born premature. During my pregnancy, I had developed toxemia which lead to preeclampsia. If I hadn’t gone to my doctor’s appointment the day before and my doctor telling me I had preeclampsia, it could have been fatal for me and my son. I was told to go to the “special hospital” immediately. While at the “special hospital,” I was constantly being monitored in the ICU. This was on a Friday night. The next morning, my monitor kept going off and this one time when the nurse entered the room to check the monitor, she turned to me and asked, “Did you feel that?” I replied, “Feel what?” So the nurse then said to me, “I’m going to get the doctor!” Within seconds my room was filled with doctors and nurses and I was handed a consent form to perform an emergency C-section. At that moment, my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn’t even see the line that I was signing because of the fear of what was going to happen to my son since knowing I was only 29 weeks in my pregnancy.
I was told that premature girls, on average, have a better outcome than premature boys. After Dillon was delivered and cleaned up, I was only allowed to touch his nose, before they rushed him away to the NICU. My son had the normal premature health problems, jaundice, apnea, RDS, and anemia. He had infections and he was not eating. On day three of his life, his intestine had torn and he had emergency surgery performed for an ileostomy, now he had a colostomy bag. He also had a feeding tube inserted because he was not eating. I was allowed to hold my son. About a month later, he was brought back to the operating room because he was still having problems eating. He would vomit and was not making a stool. They found that he had scar tissue that had twisted his intestines. They also found that he had a hernia on both the right and left sides.
January 2, 1999, he was taken back to the operating room where they removed the colostomy bag and reconnected his intestines. They also found the left hernia healed but the right side had not. They replaced his feeding tube with a bigger one. On February 3, 1999, my son was transferred to Baird 5 floor where he was thriving. On February 15, 1999, his father and I were able to finally bring our son home after almost 5 months of being in the hospital. While at home, we had to feed him through his feeding tube, taking shifts, and administering his medicine along with the endless doctor appointments. On October 20, 1999, my son had to be readmitted to the hospital because they had discovered that he had a second stomach. We would joke, as he got older, that the reason why he had a second stomach was so that he would have plenty of room for his dessert. During this entire time, not only did the hospital provide for our needs but the Ronald McDonald House provided us a place to stay so that we could be closer to our son.
Today my son, Dillon, has a clean bill of health. We do sometimes think he still has two stomachs by the amount of food he can eat. My son had a rough start in his life. Even during his school years, he was developmentally challenged because he was diagnosed with non-verbal learning disability due to his prematurity. I have always told him, “that just because they put a label on you, you can do anything and everything that everyone else can do, just a little different.” Now when you look at him, you would never know that he was premature. He is doing great! He has his own place and a good job. He has adapted and overcome so many obstacles in his life. I am so proud of him!
I want to say “thank you” to the doctors, the nurses and all who have been involved in my son’s life over the years. I am especially thankful to God for fulfilling his promise to me. I may not have understood at the time, “why my son had to come into this world the way he did,” but now I can say I do. The devil was trying to kill both of us, to keep us from fulfilling God’s purpose here in this world. I now know that God’s hand was on both of us. Dillon is faithful and loyal, like a son, as his name means. A warrior whether he knows this or not and God is training him up to be the soldier that he is. All for the glory of God’s kingdom! Happy Birthday my son! I love you and will forever more.
©Lorraine Goodwin 9/25/2018 (Inspired through the Holy Spirit)
In May of 1987, I was in a horrific car accident. I was 19 years old at the time and was out drinking that night. I got intoxicated. The vehicle I was driving hit a tree causing the car to spiral out of control down a hill. All the windows were down in the car. As the vehicle was coming to the bottom of the hill, half of my body was hanging outside of the car. My right foot was stuck under the gas pedal. As my top torso was falling backwards to the ground, I could see the top of the car’s hood coming at me. When I landed on the gravel, within seconds, I felt the impact of the vehicle crushing my mid section. The car had landed on its passenger side and now gas from the gas tank was pouring out onto the ground and being absorbed into my skin of my back due to the fact that there was no gas cap. I was rushed to the hospital where they had to do emergency surgery. I had 7 fractured ribs, 2nd degree burns on my back and a severed liver. I lost my left kidney, my spleen, and 7 pints of blood. I almost died but..
During the operation, I was drifting in and out. At one point, I actually saw the doctors removing something from me. Then behind me, I could here the anesthesiologist saying, ” We’re losing her! We’re losing her!” As I heard these words being spoken, I was drawn to a bright white light that was in the upper corner of the operating room. At that moment, I knew I had left my body because I could see the doctors and nurses and everyone else who was there working diligently to save my life but all I wanted and knew was to go into that light. So I did.
When I entered the light, I was now in a very vibrant “color of the rainbows” tunnel that was spinning exceedingly fast. Then all of a sudden it slowed down, almost to a snail’s pace. I could still see the bright white light ahead of me. But then came the darkness. I was still in the tunnel and the light was now very bright. On both sides of me were many people and I could here them crying out, “Help me! Help me!” I call them the “lost souls” because I know where they were headed, to Hell. As I was almost to the bright white light, I could see a shadow of a woman in the light saying, “Go back it’s not your time,” but by this time my spirit was being drawn into that light like a magnet. There was no turning back for me now!
I was brought to a court that was set high above the clouds in the sky. The floor of the court, the stairs, the thrones before me and the pillars, were all a beautiful pure gold. As I stood there before Jesus, my Lord and my Savior, I was overcome by His presence, the love that I was feeling that He has for me and all those things of which surrounded Him. God is pure “love” and when you combine the two words “God” and “love”, you create the word “gold.” My eyes and my heart were opened that day to see and to feel His love and His divinity. Jesus’ love is the gold of God. Although I am a sinner, I was allowed to enter Heaven and to speak to my Father because of His great mercy and grace. When I was sent back here and stable enough, I was telling my family and my friends that God had told me that when I was to have a child that I would have a son. On September 26, 1998 God’s promise to me was fulfilled and I gave birth to a baby boy. His name is Dillon which means faithful, like a lion (loyal), like a son. I can’t thank God enough for saving me that day. It was part of His plan and His will to save me. I have many more testimonies of how God has worked not only in my life but in the life of my son’s as well. I only pray that this testimony touches someone to believe how precious Jesus’ love really is and stands on His promises to us. Blessings to you all.
©Lorraine Goodwin 9/13/2018 Inspired through the Holy Spirit