Getting Here Part X: God But A Heartbeat Away

Perhaps the direction of my life in the first half of the 1970s was reflected in my changing look. At the beginning of that decade I had a certain fresh-face look. My hair was trimmed from what it was in our Hippie phase

As I slipped further into a life of pleasure-seeking and anger at those who criticized such living my look darkened. I let my hair grow out again and also stopped shaving.

By 1974 I appeared quite the anarchist.  I was also now in even another job and we had made two more changes of address. Since leaving ARCo in May 1969 I had worked for Philadelphia Gum as a bubblegum welder, North American Publishing Company as circulation manager, Lincoln bank as Operations Accounting Supervisor and Olson Brothers as Office Manager and Cost Accountant.  Now I was a year with Welded Tube Company of America as Assistant Controller.

We had given up our apartment in Aldan because Olson Brothers was planning to relocate in New Jersey. We moved to the Cherry Hill Towers to be closer to the new factory, but then Olson's folded operations instead and I found a new job and we moved to Chalet at Ski Mountain, on the edge of Pine Hill and near Clementon, NJ.

We continued our friendship with the couple from Aldan and so there was little change in our lifestyle. However we ended the visits with the other couple because Lois was suspecting they were hinting we do engage in wife-swapping. Also in those years we lost two more babies in the early months of pregnancy. Lois was having more pronounced periods of depression. I was urging her to have her tubes tied before her health suffered.

We traveled a lot, went to concerts a lot, drank a lot and engaged in risky sexual behavior. Then in 1975 on one of our vacation trips I noticed she was getting sick in the mornings. She finally told me she was pregnant again, number seven.

The doctor was dubious, but did his best. I don't think he performed a Shirodkar procedure again, but can't remember for certain. Lois did have this procedure performed previously because it was determined she had an incompetent cervix, but it proved unsuccessful and that baby was lost. Nonetheless, things were looking okay this time. She made it through the fourth month and was well into the fifth, but then it happened. She told me she felt she was going to lose it and I took her to the hospital.

They put her in a labor room and hooked up an IV drip. They hoped to retard the labor and give the baby time to develop further. She was alone in this room for nearly a week. Every day after work I came and sat with her.

On a table near her bed there was a monitor. It recorded the babies heartbeat. Do you know when a heartbeat is first detectable? In the fourth week of the fetus the heart can be heard. At that point the brain is forming its five sections and all the vital organs have formed. The baby is a human from the moment of fertilization, which is the point when it has all the DNA to determine its makeup and from conception the sex of the baby is known. From that point it is dividing and developing and two weeks after that it has a face.

Much of the time spent in that room there was silence, but not completely. There was the sound of the baby's heartbeat all the time. It sounded strong. It sounded like someone who was fighting very hard to live. 

Near the end of that week the doctors had to allow the labor to proceed and a baby girl was born doomed to die. We would have named her Amy. 

I was sent to a waiting room while that delivery and death took place. I sat in the waiting room and somehow I could still hear that beating heart. I know it is hard for some to understand, but every beat I imagined told me there was a God. Hearing that baby struggling to live made me understand that life could not have been just a chance accident. I didn't know exactly what God was, but I could not do anything at that moment but believe in a creator. 

When we went home, once again just the two of us, it was with a feeling of great emptiness. My wife was as low as I ever saw her. She didn't want to get out of bed. She was crying. She talked of suicide.
I did not know what to do. 

I found myself making a suggestion I never thought I'd make. It would change my life.

To be continued...

The last picture is a fetus at 15 weeks.

A Few Views with trees for Farrah

Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it;  let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them. 
Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy; Psalm 69:11-12

Since Farrah shared some views of Washington State where she and Greg live on her Blog, "Light In the Sphere", I would post some scenes about my home here in Delaware.  I just picked a few at random that have some connection to me personally.

The first, on the left, is a sunset view taken from my front door. We live among a lot of trees. 

This is our abode about two years ago just before we had new replacement windows and entryway installed. We had to take the tall oak just behind the house down this past summer.

I did a post about that in my "Navigating North Carolina" Blog.

This is the church I attend, Bible Baptist. If I hadn't taken this photo this past january, you wouldn't be able to see the church for the trees.

I usually walk to services, the church is only a mile from my home.

The entrance to the Delaware Humane Association Animal shelter where my middle daughter works as a VetTech. Both my older daughter and my wife used to work here.

I was a sometimes volunteer.

This is in Wilmington in a not so great area, believe it or not, although they are improving the area into part of the waterfront area.

Fall comes to my street. Looking down from above my house, which is on the left but hidden by the trees.

Looking up my street in winter from the middle of the street in front of my home.

My wife and I love the changing of the seasons, all the different beauty it brings out.

last building I worked in before my employer of 21 years decided I was too old and forced me into retirement.  This is downtown Wilmington. The Zanzibar Blue Restaurant has since closed at this location. The building the restaurant is in on the right is part of the DuPont Complex.

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; 
     the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.  Isaiah 55: 12

Of course, I didn't mean I was led out with joy and clapped my hands when I was forced to retire. The two verses used here actually both refer to the future when the Lord returns, which we all look forward to. Let the trees always remind us of God's Grace and grandeur.

If you click on the title of this post, it should take you to Farrah's Blog.