The Angel That Brought Amazing Grace

In this excerpt from Hospitals, Hope and Healing, a guardian angel brings comfort and reassurance to a woman grieving the loss of her newborn twins.

By Kathy Messner

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One of the first things I bought when I found out I was pregnant was a five-by-seven-inch picture mounted on a piece of blond wood. The plaque showed a guardian angel guiding two children across a rickety old bridge.

My husband and I hung it on the wall in the freshly painted nursery. I often sat in that room daydreaming about motherhood. This was something we’d wanted for so long, and I could hardly believe that after three years of hoping and praying, our wish was finally coming true.

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Our joy was doubled, literally, after learning I was carrying twins. I rushed home to the nursery. The picture seemed even more poignant to me now.

I stared at the beautiful robed angel and imagined her leading my two little ones safely across life’s bridges. Both were boys, we were told, and I’d have my hands full. Sitting in the quiet of the nursery, the reality of what was happening set in.

Two babies at once, I thought. Can we handle it? Again I focused on the image on the wall, and my worries eased. Of course we could handle it. After all, Jay and I weren’t going to be looking after the boys alone. God would always be there, watching over them.

Then my doctor discovered something disturbing during a routine checkup at six and a half months. The ultrasound showed a blood clot had formed in the placenta shared by both babies. “I don’t like what I’m seeing,” he said gravely. “I’m admitting you to the hospital.”

Jay ran behind us while the doctor himself pushed me in a wheelchair to the medical center about two hundred yards away. Lord, protect my babies, I prayed all the way there. We raced into the emergency room, where I heard shouts for a “crash C-section.”

Someone slipped a mask over my mouth and instructed me to breathe deeply. Being lifted onto the cold surgical table was the last thing I remember before I went under.

When I awoke I learned that one of my boys had been stillborn; the other, weighing only two pounds two ounces, was fighting overwhelming odds for survival. “I want to see him,” I told Jay.

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On the way to the ICU he tried to prepare me. “The baby’s real weak,” he kept saying. My son’s tiny body was half-hidden by a tangle of tubes. Still, I could tell he was fighting hard. “See,” Jay said, “he’s kicking. He has the will to live.”

We named him Brian, his brother, Kyle–beautiful names I’d imagined calling out at dinnertime, or on the ball field. Back in my room, I felt helpless and alone. My mind was too confused even to form a prayer. Why, God? I demanded. Why aren’t You here with me now?

When I felt a glimmer of hope for Brian, the devastating loss of Kyle came crashing down on me. I had thought of them together, as a team. “The twins,” we’d always said. How could I separate them now, praying for Brian when God had not heard my prayers for Kyle?

I had expected to bring two children home to the nursery. Two children were walking across that rickety old bridge on the plaque hanging there. The angel watched over both of them. Why didn’t that happen, God?

Jay’s parents stayed close by during my hospital stay; my parents drove up from their home in a remote area. There wasn’t much any of us could do.

For three days Brian struggled in the ICU while I recovered down the hall. I was allowed to touch his tiny fingers and toes, his perfectly round head. But I couldn’t hold him in my arms. He was too fragile.

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Kathy, thank you so much for sharing this beautiful story. I cried as I read it. I, too, have this picture. I had seen it as a child and it had impacted me. Decades later I saw it in a store and bought it. May the good Lord continue to heal and bless you and Jay. Will continue to keep you in my thoughts.

As Nadia said, I too am so sorry for your loss, I can only pray that the Lord will heal your broken hearts and hold your hands very tightly.
You have written a beautiful story of trust in God and His grace, one that will sustain many people through their darkest hours.
"Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way." 2 Thessalonians 3: 15
As Thomas Dorsey wrote after the unimaginable loss of his wife and newborn son,
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

I am so sorry for your loss. Words don't seem adequate enough to help you with the loss of your beautiful boys. May the love that you feel for them sustain you all the days of your and your husband's lives!

good ones go first, your children are safe and sound in heaven, a person is exactly not what we see in world its only a dress like thing, if you manage to go to heaven you can live with your both children happly ever after...