For the Love of a Child

Doctors in Nashville were performing a spina bifida corrective procedure on a pregnant woman 21 weeks from conception, when the unborn child unexpectedly reached from the womb and reacted to the touch of his surgeon, Dr. Bruner, at Vanderbilt University Medical Center. At the time of the image, the experimental procedure was the 64th ever performed at Vanderbilt U.M.C. Dated August 19th, 1999, this image captured by Michael Clancy adopted the title “Hand Of Hope”.

“Samuel’s Story” she read across the top of the article dated in April 2000. She looked in amazement at the astonishing photo in front of her. Beside the picture the text explains that “it was taken in the operating room during delicate surgery on the spine of a baby boy who was still in his mother’s uterus”. Fragments of the story caught her eye. “21-week old pre-born baby”, “operated on by…Joseph Bruner”, “diagnosed with Spina bifida, which leaves the spinal cord exposed”, “unless the gap was closed to protect his nervous system, serious brain damage would likely have occurred before birth”, “There was no time to lose”. She then read, “…corrective surgery had never been performed on a baby this young. However, the parents…have a deep faith.” While reading this touching story, she was completely unaware that a year from then, she would become more than familiar with this miraculous operation for a still-developing, pre-born child with such disability.

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The date was January 2nd, 2001. The day she would receive the test results. She sat caressing her stomach as she waited anxiously by the phone. Then, in an instant, it was confirmed. The nurse informed her that the blood test she had taken came back positive; her baby has been diagnosed with a defect in which the baby’s spine and spinal cord hadn’t developed properly in the womb, causing a gap in the spine, and leading to nerve damage. Her baby has Spina bifida. 

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The following week was her 16 week ultrasound. After what seemed like years of silence, suddenly with no emotion in her voice, the doctor had the audacity to suggest something that took the two expecting parents by surprise: termination. Astonished that the doctor would rush to suggest such a thing for her baby, the parents immediately asked what else she could do for her disabled daughter. With almost a disappointed sigh, the doctor disclosed the there was the option of “in utero” surgery. She explained in meticulous detail that this is surgery performed before birth, in which the women’s uterus is taken out and microscopic tools are used to operate on the baby to close the baby’s opening on the back, then placed back to allow the baby to continue to grow for the rest of the pregnancy. The two undoubtedly wanted to take this chance for their baby girl. Proclaiming this decision, they were told that the next week they would need to fly to Nashville, where at Vanderbilt University Medical Center, Dr. Joseph Bruner would perform this surgery to correct the baby’s exposed spinal cord. Where had she heard that name? It sounded so familiar, the woman thought. Then it clicked. He was the doctor who was the very first to perform this exact surgery on that young boy, Samuel, that she had read about in an article a year ago. What a coincidence, she thought. And so, with hopeful hearts, the two expecting parents traveled to Nashville.
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Once they arrived, what the mother didn’t expect was for the doctors there to do everything in their power to talk her out of going through with the surgery. With loads of terrifying medical terminology thrown her way, she apprehensively listened as they emphasized that it could be extremely life-threatening to her and the baby. Overwhelmed with such an important decision to make, the parents were sent back to their hotel to think it over for the next few days. On the car ride home she couldn’t help but notice the song that had been playing repeatedly throughout the trip so far, playing yet again. Looking at the radio, it read “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack. She listened closely to the song, and it was five words that for reasons she could not pinpoint, she felt drawn to: “give faith a fighting chance”. In that moment, as well as later that night, as the two parents gathered for prayer, they made their critical decision.
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The next morning, the couple presented their final answer to the doctors. Again, they attempted to scare the two with alarming medical jargon that admittedly they didn’t fully understand. It was clear the woman would, in a sense, be a lab rat for these doctors, as for her doctor had been the first and only one to perform this surgery, and the procedure was still relatively new and experimental. Yet they stood firm in their choice. Yes, she could die, yes, the baby could die, but if there’s just the slightest possibility that her baby could live a “normal” life despite the disability, then this surgery is absolutely what this ardent expecting father and mother wanted.
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On Thursday, January 25th, 2001, at only 19 weeks pregnant, the expecting mother left her life and her baby’s life in the hands of God and the surgery was successful. Of course the baby would be born with this disability, spina bifida, but both herself and the baby were still alive and the surgery increased the chances of the baby’s brain function being “normal”. The baby girl would get to live an ordinary life with only the expected struggles in common day-to-day physical operations. And for that reason, the soon-to-be parents wholeheartedly believed that it was all worth it.
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After returning home to Houston the mother was placed on intense bed rest for months. It was crucial for the mother not to go into labor before 25 weeks. If this were to occur, the baby would die. If the baby were to be born between 25 and 30 weeks, her doctor emphasized the baby would survive but have “serious defects”. At home, she laid still in bed, attached to multiple pesky tubes and eerie monitors, counting down the minutes until the couple could welcome their baby girl into the world.
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On May 3rd, 2001, at 9:16 PM, after the woman experienced scarily excessive blood loss from enduring a painful C-section, a healthy, 6 lbs 9 oz baby girl was born. The couple named her Faith Maria.

The new mother’s doctor approached her side and told her with a soft smile, “always make her feel loved and beautiful”, and just that she did.
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Faith It ‘til You Make It

             Women in Writing

Hello, my name is Faith, and if you didn’t know, I aspire to be a writer. It’s the dawn of 2020 and just like the new year, I’m only getting started. With my first blog post, I focused on sentimentally expressing to you all my hopes, dreams, and fears by unraveling complex philosophies and the innermost thoughts of my mind. Now I wish to divulge the essence of the question as to why I am truly here, why I have given you something to read. 

While I very well could have simply kept a personal journal to document every aspect of the art of growing up, there are various reasons as to why I felt blogging publicly would be the best choice for me, especially if I want to pursue writing professionally. 

For one, by showcasing my work for every eye to see, I am submitting myself to feedback and constructive criticism that I would not get by writing in a private journal. They say that practice makes perfect, so having a blog will allow growth in technical skills, my storytelling abilities, and my overall writing. Whether I receive positive or negative feedback on my posts, I am able to observe the data and refine my writing style to fit the interests of the public while still staying true to my authentic self with every piece I display. As a blogger, I would take this task seriously and stay consistent in routinely putting out new content to the best of my ability. By repeatedly writing daily or weekly, plus learning to habitually edit my writing to rectify any mistakes, in time I will grow to become an exceptional writer.

Blogging also provides the perfect platform for me to organize my thoughts from sunrise to sundown. As you could probably tell from my previous post, my brain is constantly thinking, even at the most random and unexpected hours of the day. This cycle of information is easier to remember when transferred to a place to store and share them, such as a blog site. There’s something about witnessing the voiceless thoughts from my mind manifest letter by letter, word by word, in a completed piece of mastery lexicon that I have always delighted in. I’m sure I stray from every other typical teenager in the fact that in school I used to have no objection to essays even when I found difficulty in writing them. This is because I willingly and gratefully accepted any revision suggestions from my teachers and when applied to my final copy, I knew that I myself was content with what I wrote and openly acknowledged an educated opinion to only improve my writing. 

In addition to being a place to grow as a writer, a blog serves as a digital record of all your precious memories and stories. 

Before I ever began my website, I knew I didn’t want to limit myself to one specific theme. With a variety of topics that interest me, my possibilities are endless. My vision for the future of my blog is to potentially discuss topics from popular music, beauty trends, and even venture into reporting sports statistics. I could write an array of narratives and anecdotes, as well as cover many real-world events or personal experiences. I could further explore the inner workings of our world. With my blog, I want to simply share stories of myself and others. If you’re currently reading this, I sure hope you stick around to see what the future holds for this blog. 


Through my blog I hope to connect with many people. Besides my family and friends, I wish to eventually garner a wider audience. Referring back to my previous statements, the range of options I have for writing matter on this site is infinite. I have the ideal niche needed to guide me through this writing journey. As your typical teenage girl, I hope to connect to other girls that may share my love for all the hot topics in the fashion or makeup world. As a sports fanatic, I hope to connect to others that are just as passionate as I am to see their favorite team or players succeed.  However more than anything, I hope to one day connect to other adolescents like me, who navigate their way through the world not on their own two feet, but their own two wheels. I carry substantial knowledge of what it’s like to go through your everyday routine life, just as everyone else, except with a number of struggles in common operations that one without a disability such as mine may otherwise take for granted. My only goal in connecting to others like me is to represent a human that although has mobility limitations, still carries themselves as limitless in any aspirations she has ever set her mind to, and to be that positive person of influence for them, the representation of myself that I would have wanted to idolize in my youth. Ultimately, I would delight in connecting to a crowd that, like me, appreciates the art of written verbiage. 

If I have blogged successfully throughout this new year, I aim to have proven my potential and flexibility as a skillful writer. As a fan of manifesting what we want for our own lives, I wish to manifest for myself that by the end of the year, I have gained a large, consistent amount of traffic visiting my blog, composed of people that are regularly enthusiastic to read my work. 

If you’ve read this all the way through then welcome to my blog! For my site’s identity, I chose to put a spin on the common saying “fake it ’til you make it”, with my name taking the place of the word at the forefront of the expression. To me, this means to wholeheartedly be myself in every way possible. To understand that I am trying my absolute best as i navigate my way through life, and my best effort is all I can give. To have faith in myself. This is a call to every individual to never lose sight of the most authentic version of yourself. To live your life as I strive to be: boundless, courageous, optimistic, and exemplary. Follow my lead and “Faith It ’til You Make It. 

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