I am a miracle child saved by the grace of God. I was born weighing only 1.9 kg whereas my twin brother weighed 2.7 kg. When we were born, my brother Sean was all right and able to go home. But I had to stay in the hospital for 3 months while my brother was enjoying life at home. Why?
On Day One after I was born, I was supposed to excrete but did not. The surgeon was worried as the meconium (shit) was toxic. Day Two, the surgeon found that there was a perforation (tear) at the joint between the small and large intestines. Apparently, the meconium had hardened in my small intestine and could not pass through the large intestine causing the perforation. An emergency operation was done to clean out the meconium. Due to my small size, the surgeon was worried if I could make it and told my father that I had only a 50/50 chance of survival. To make it worse, he “comforted” my father that it was all right even if I could not survive, he still had one twin son.
When my father first saw me in the intensive care unit (ICU), he was so shocked. My head was about the size of a ball in his palm and my whole body was attached with wires and tubes. Due to my 50/50 chance of survival, my parents were very frightened whenever the home telephone rings. They feared to hear bad news should I not make it. They were very sad and called the church to pray for a miracle for me.
An opening or stoma hole was cut on my side to let the shit out into a stoma bag (colostomy) from the small intestine. It was also in the hospital that my knee cap had an infection which swelled to the size of a tennis ball. I had to undergo an operation to drain away the infection. Due to this infection, my left leg is now about 3 cm shorter than my right leg.
However, I had jaundice and had to be under ultraviolet light to give Vitamin D to me. I was very tanned that even one Malay grandfather thought that I was his grandson.
I stayed in the hospital as the doctors were worried because I did not put on weight. My father could only visit during visiting hours as he and mum needed to look after Sean too. I was looked after by the doctors and nurses for a few months until a visiting professor suggested that I returned home so that my parents could care for me. It was a very wise decision as I was able to put on weight. My parents had a hard time learning how to bathe me, measure my water loss, and replace the stoma bag.
Doctor suspected my condition could be due to Hirschsprung’s disease (HD), an disorder that occurs when part or all of the large intestine have no nerves and therefore cannot function. An anal test was done and found that there was no nerve cells. This lasted for five months until the surgeon suggested an operation to cut away the large intestine and connect the small intestine directly to my rectum (anus). Then, I would not need the stoma bag. However, if that happened, I would have a take a special enzyme pepsin (digestive enzyme found in gastric juice that breaks down proteins to peptides) for the rest of my life. According to the doctor, this enzyme was quite expensive.
On the day of operation, I had jaundice again. My skin was yellowish. The surgeon gave me two very powerful antibiotics before surgery. My skin then changed from yellowish to reddish (banana to apple).
In the operating theatre, the surgeon decided to spot check my large intestines again. Praise God, there were nerve cells now! This meant that I need not cut away my large intestine. All the surgeon did was to attached back the small and large intestines together. It became a simple operation. After the operation, the surgeon told my father it was a nightmare for him if he had done the right thing.
Initially, they checked there were no cells in the large intestine but there were cells during the actual operation. After the operation, I had diarrhoea for at least one week. That was because my large intestine had not been used since the day I was born. It was rejecting whatever flowed into it. After that, it was normal.
I really thank God’s love for me and my family and did a wonderful miracle for me in my life.
As I hear my life story from my parents, it has taught me a few precious lessons:
1. God knows us intimately since the day we were born.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
God has a special plan for our life. He could have left me to die, but He saved me. God could have let us all die in sin, but in His grace sent Jesus to die to save us. I believe God wants us to share of His goodness to people. God loves and cares for you no matter if you’re young or old.
“The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.”
2. “Nothing is impossible with God.” (Luke 1:37)
Sometimes, we ask God for too little because our human mind cannot believe what God is able do. God is the God of the impossible! Bigger than any problem we can have. Ask God in faith as Ephesians 3:20 says that God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. God allows us to face difficult situations to see whether we still trust Him, or just become sad, disillusioned and choose not to do anything. Just as my parents prayed for me, we must remember to look to God who is in control of everything in our lives.
I pray that this short sharing will encourage you to continue to walk with God and to ask Him to do the impossible in your life!