Testimonies of God’s Faithfulness in Birth

 Every birth story is unique, but one thing remains the same—God’s faithfulness. Here, you’ll find powerful testimonies from women who trusted God through pregnancy and delivery, experiencing His peace, provision, and presence in many different ways. Whether through home birth, hospital birth, natural, medicated, or C-section, these stories are a testament that when we surrender our birth to Him, miracles happen. Be encouraged and inspired as you read how God showed up in the birth journeys of women just like you!

We were done having children after the birth of our second child, but I always felt a longing for just one more. I had the sense the Lord wasn’t finish with our family yet. 

We were both shocked and so excited to find out we were pregnant with our third (fourth together) baby. I always knew I wanted a homebirth if we were to have one more. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that’s what was going to happen. 

My entire pregnancy I had an unexplainable peace from the Lord that this was how it was meant to go. When others was verbally doubt my plan, He continued to give me the re-assurance I needed to continue. 

The weeks leading up to my due date I had 3 dreams that were all very similar. The baby would come very quickly, painless, and peacefully each time. Each time I would wake up so excited to experience this birth. I would tell people about these dreams and declare that this birth would be just that -  quick, painless, and peaceful. 

I woke up at 7:30am feeling the slightest bit of cramping that came and went. It continued all morning, and I began to time them. My husband began setting up the birthing pool and other things just in case it was go time. 

I wasn't convinced it was time until 10:17am when I texted my birth team that there is a possibility I was in labor. They told me to update them, but no one was on their way yet. We figured it would be a few more hours at least. I was texting family and friends that I was feeling something, but still wasn't sure.

At 10:45am my husband put counter pressure on my back because the waves began to get slightly more intense.

My water broke. Tears filled my eyes as I told him. So excited to meet our baby. 

Contractions picked up immediately. I texted the team and they were immediately on their way.

By 11:20am the team was here. They began filling the pool, but the pressure in the hose wasn't great. I had had my headphones in and was in "labor land" all in my own head listening to my Christian Hypnobirthing affirmations. A tool I used my entire pregnancy that helped me connect scripture to my pregnancy and now birth experience.  

I was sitting next to my bed on my birthing ball when I felt the wildest yet most natural feeling. My body began to push all on its own. I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. I alerted everyone in the room that I was pushing, and climbed onto my side of the bed onto my right side.

My husband laid next to me, holding my hand and my face next to his. Three minutes and two more natural pushes from my body, and our baby was born - 11:43am. We didn't know the sex of this baby. My midwife handed him to me and I shouted, "It's a boy!" We were all convinced I was havina a airl so this was such a surprise.

Our hearts grew, and we fell in love with our baby. I was immediately filled with so much gratitude for how beautifully and perfectly things went. I can honestly say it was the closest I could ever imagine to a pain-free birth. Never once did I feel that my body couldn’t handle it. The Lord prepared my heart perfectly throughout my pregnancy. I had so much peace about every detail. My quick, painless, and peaceful birth came to life. Thank you Jesus for your perfect plan!

Out of my four births, Amelia’s stands out so vividly, etched in my heart as a moment of unparalleled beauty and peace. Labor began, and though it was only four hours, those hours were not without their challenges. There were moments of discomfort and struggle, but God provided the strength I needed. He sent me the sweetest nurses, who cared for me so kindly and made me feel supported and comforted through every contraction. Their presence, paired with the Lord’s steady hand, carried me through.

And then, after those four short hours, Amelia entered the world. The room was dark, quiet, and still—a cocoon of peace that could only be described as sacred. God’s presence was undeniable, filling the space with a calmness that wrapped around everyone there. It felt as though heaven had touched earth in that moment.

Amelia was so tiny, much smaller than we expected. She didn’t cry; she just opened her eyes wide and looked around, taking in her surroundings with a quiet curiosity. The stillness in her gaze reflected the peace in the room—a peace only the Lord could have orchestrated. In that moment, time stood still, and love filled every corner of the room. I felt God’s love so profoundly, as if He were holding us all in His hands.

We would later learn that our precious Amelia had been born with a rare and terminal genetic condition called Miller-Dieker Syndrome, one that would bring with it severe disabilities. But her birth will forever remain one of the most perfect moments of my life. It was as if God had prepared us, wrapping us in His grace and covering us with His love from the very beginning. That day wasn’t just the start of Amelia’s life—it was a profound reminder of His presence, His peace, and the strength He would give us to love and care for this extraordinary child.

Amelia’s birth will always be the most precious gift to me, a day when heaven felt so close and God’s goodness was so evident. She was and is His perfect creation, and her story began with a peace and love that could only have come from Him.

I got pregnant with Samuel my freshman year of college. It was insanely traumatic. I knew my parents would disown me, of course that did not happen, but I truly thought it would. I didn’t “want” to be a mom. I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist without a family at all. God had very different plans. Caleb had dreamt of a family since he was little. We were already engaged when I got pregnant and he was so happy. He urged me to make the right decision, keep him, and that we would make it through together. My entire pregnancy, my 19 year old self did not want to be a mom. I did not want to have a baby. I dreaded every bit of it. I had a very easy pregnancy and stayed very small. At 32 weeks I had contractions start, they gave me a shot and sent me home. I never dilated. Then I took at trip to Frisco for my 20th birthday. I was 34 weeks pregnant. 11 days later, Samuel would be born. On the 27th Caleb and I went to a movie. I could not sit still, my back hurt so badly, but o didn’t think anything about it just that I hurt. Then on the 28th, Caleb's youngest sister turned 10. I was doing my homework in the floor and laid in the floor the entire party because my back hurt so badly. My mother in law was a little concerned, but I was not having contractions so we chalked it up to just the weight of carrying the baby on my little body. We went home after the party and I had my first craving the entire pregnancy- a pak a sak big pink cookie. Well sadly, our pak a sak did not have any and I was raging mad, very unusual for my pregnancy to have mood swings. We went home and were watching a movie. I kept “peeing” myself. I changed underwear probably 20 times. After about and hour or two, Caleb thought it was hilarious. I told him I thought my water may be breaking, but he said he had work and was going to bed. He said “wake me up if your water actually breaks”. A couple more hours of “peeing” myself happened while I laid in bed wide awake. I remember praying, “God if my water is breaking, please let it fully break so we can go to the hospital”. Then I got out of bed and my water fully broke. I woke Caleb up and called my sister to see if I could take a shower and shave my legs because they needed to be shaved before I went up there. Thankfully, she told me no. We went to the hospital. I was filled with peace for the first time my entire pregnancy. When we got to the hospital the nurses were shocked, I was dilated to a 7. They hooked me up to everything. I could not feel my contractions and they were never “timeable”. I got an epidural anyways, I ain’t about that life. The epidural stopped my labor. They had to hook me up to a petosin drip to get me from an 8-10. I remember wanting everyone to leave me alone so I could catch up watching the Voice. They didn’t. Before he was born, the nurse came in to prep me because our baby class was the next week. She explained to me since I was 35 weeks the NICU team would be there for the birth then take my baby. I knew he was early, but I didn’t know what that truly entailed. I balled my eyes out for about 20 minutes until it was time for him to come. I pushed and was not good at it. Actually, I was terrible at it, and I do not do well being bad at things. The birth took about 45 minutes. He was born at 1:44 pm which was less than 12 hours after my water broke. When he came out, he was 5 pounds 15 ounces. He came out and started screaming. The NICU team said “you can keep him”. It was the most glorious moment. They didn’t take my baby. Caleb talks about how I immediately changed. The moment I became a mom, it all fell into place. I loved him more than anything I had ever seen, and we were going to figure it out. He was the sweetest thing. We stared at each other all night because I wouldn’t let the nursery take him. After Samuel was born, I looked up what his name meant. Caleb and I prayed about his name for months before we decided on it. Samuel means gift of God. Shane mean “gift from God or God is gracious.”  That’s exactly what he was. He was a gift that gave me the purpose of being a mom and helping raise babies. 

I went from being the most fearful 19 year old to a 20 year old who wanted all the babies. 

This photo is my heartbeat captured in real time immediately after giving birth. Just hours, and minutes before Shawn David was born, I thought I wanted to die. I told God death would be better than the pain I was going through. I pleaded with him to let me die…or give birth.

Is that to heavy? It’s TRUE. I’ve given birth four times. My births have always been fast…4 hours or less. Not this time. Labor of love now has deeper meaning to me. I have a newfound love and appreciation for my body, and what it can do. I know what true surrender looks like and I know what faith in the face of fear looks like. I know that in order to see a miracle, you must first receive a test. Shawn David’s birth was a test of my faith.

My baby boy was posterior. He was not in the optimal position for birth. His back was to my back. Thus, I suffered prodromal labor for three weeks straight, and during active labor, I struggled for 16 hours to get him down and out of my body. My labor started, progressed then haulted…repeat. I could have been induced. I could have chosen pain relief in a hospital…Yet, I chose to give birth at home…no turning back.

I realize now, that I’d welcomed the presence and power of God in my birth…but I hadn’t surrendered to it, or Him. I tried to do it all by myself, out of my own strength…until my weakened body, mind and spirit allowed Jesus to take over. Then, I witnessed the miracle. Admitting that I wasn’t strong enough on my own, and that this was too big for me, destroyed my doubt and evicted fear. 

As I laid hanging over the tub, I watched my midwife look to me for signals that birth was progressing. My husband felt helpless as he held me tightly through every contraction and squeezed my hips tightly through every moan. The worship playlist was playing “Promises” on repeat, and I closed my eyes preparing for the next contraction and wishing I’d gone another route. This pain was over the top! Suddenly, my dear friend Maca sent me a video message (I actually didn’t read it until later), but it confirmed what God revealed to me in that moment. I seemed to leave my body and everyone in the room. I saw my self placing my right foot on the toilet seat and bearing down on my left leg. I heard Holy Spirit whisper, “get in this position.” My natural mind was delirious I thought, and I was too tired to fight it being a crazy idea. I took all the strength I had left and crawled to the toilet. I assumed the position I saw in the vision, and when the next contraction came, whoosh! I felt my baby boy’s body drop down and I felt the strong urge to push him out! I let out a wail, and my midwife and Shawn came running in to help me off the toilet. The carried me to the bed where Shawn got behind me and held me as I prepared to push our baby boy’s out the rest of the way. I felt his head and hair, and waited what seemed an eternity for another urge to push. I closed my eyes and released all fear. I felt heaven and earth collide, then stand still! A fresh wind was gifted to me by the Holy Spirit, and Shawn David was born into the world…face up 🙃 but healthy, strong and perfect ❤️

I’ll never forget this moment… I’ll never forget that birth. It required a deeper surrender and trust in my Heavenly Father and even today, I’m changed forever by it. Just moments after was captured in a photo by my sister and friend @kayzphotography_ 📸 This picture says what words couldn’t in that moment. Whatever you’re birthing out…don’t try to do it without trusting Jesus. 🙏🏾

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