Early March 2010, I was 8 months pregnant with our third child when our second son’s leg got fractured while playing with his older brother. We took him to children’s hospital where they put a casque from his thigh to his toes. They said he would have the casque for 4-5 weeks and then they would reassess to see how he would be healing up. We were given a follow up appointment with a specialist.The next morning, I realized that I could not carry around our almost 2 yr old then in his casque all day- to the washroom, from room to room etc and have a full term pregnancy. I began to have early contractions. In desperation I came to the conclusion that our son needed to be out of that casque for I was not going to have a premature baby. My husband came home and we talked about it. We decided to trust God to heal him! We sat around our table with our older son (then 4yrs) and prayed for total healing. We believed God had healed him even though we could not see it because he still had the casque. After thanking God for the healing, we then asked him for favor with the doctors that when we take him back, they would be willing to take the casque off even though it would go against their medical thinking.
We took him to the nearest hospital to us and waited in the emergency room for hours. I slept on the bed provided for him as it slowed down the contractions. The doctor came in and asked what he could do for us. We told him that we just needed to have him take off the casque from our son’s leg. He was shocked with the kind of requests we were asking him. He told us that we would still need to wait for the 4-5 weeks to go by and that taking it off early would prolong the leg’s healing. I told him my condition and let him know that I could not keep carrying him around. In our hearts we were praying much and asking God to do the impossible. Some friends were security guards at the hospital so we had asked them to join us in prayers, Finally, the doctor agreed reluctantly. He said he would give us 24 hrs to take baby home with us without the casque and that he was sure we would bring the baby back in pain and begging him to put back the casque. We told him we would not need to and that we were thankful he was going to remove the casque. As the doctor, my husband and our oldest son walked to the room where the casque would be taken off, the doctor was trying to talk himself out of it. He would say, ‘the boy will be crying in much pain.’ My husband would answer, ‘he will not have any pain. He will not be crying.’ On and on this went on. Every time the doctor would say anything we were not believing God for. My husband would counteract by saying what we were believing God for. Finally the doctor cut the casque off and was sooo surpirsed that our then 20 month son did not cry. God had truly given him the peace even with that big saw looking equipment cutting off the casque inches away from his skin! He then proceeded to touch his leg saying that now the boy was going to cry due to pain. Again my husband said that our son would be fine and would not need to cry. The doctor was again surprised to see the child not crying. He then squeezed the leg tighter and our son was fine. He placed him down and the boy began to walk well. Praise God! The doctor was in total shock.
We kept our follow up appointment in the weeks that followed. While in the specialist’s office, the doctor asked us where the boy was that had the casque. We pointed to our son who was playing, running around in the hallway. She could not believe it. She ordered another x-ray. The results came and sure enough she could see that the leg had been fractured but had healed. She asked what had happened and we explained to her how God had healed him. She told us to go and enjoy!
God is so good! To Him be all the glory in Jesus’ name. Amen