We had expected Elizabeth to arrive earlier than her Expected Delivery Date (EDD) because virtually every baby in Singapore comes earlier due to the better nutrition. In fact, the week before her EDD, Stella’s gynaecologist commented that our daughter was already full term and could come “any day” now.
The week passed uneventfully, and we became anxious. Elizabeth had become past due. The diameter of her head was already more than four inches, and if she tarried any longer, she would have difficulty coming out.
We prayed and trusted. God has given her to us to add to His glory – and so He will deliver.
And sure enough, four hours past the 26th of April (the EDD), the water bag burst. Sleepiness fled, and I immediately drove Stella to the hospital – thankfully, there were only a few cars on the road at 4 a.m.
Stella’s labor progressed rapidly and I was hoping it would be a quick delivery. But, just as the baby’s head showed, she went back into the womb. A tug-of-war soon broke out. The gynecologist was trying to grip the baby’s head. Stella was pushing with all her strength. I was shouting into her ears. The baby came out a little more, and went back again. This went on for almost half an hour, and the gynecologist looked at us solemnly.
It was too late into the labor, and if Elizabeth still does not come out, her life would be at risk. The womb which had nurtured her for forty weeks was no longer a safe haven. If she had continued staying there, she would die.
A decision was made to resort to the forceps – but there was only one chance. Stella had already expended so much energy in the previous attempts, she could only muster enough strength for one last burst. If it failed, it would be an immediate cesarean. Time was running very short.
I prayed like never before – for a life was at stake.
As Stella pushed, the gynecologist gripped Elizabeth’s head with the forceps, and with a slight thug, her head finally came through the strait and narrow way. It was then we realized, she had the umbilical cord around her neck – that pulled her back in every time she came out. It was ironic. That which gave her life, would almost kill her.
And as I ruminated on these things, I reflected on God’s message.
Jesus said, “narrow is the gate, and troublesome is the way that leads to life, and few, are they that find it” (Matt 7:13). The passage into spiritual life is like unto birth. Elizabeth made it through the narrow gate, and the way was truly fraught with peril.
Many people are not so fortunate. The world is like a womb, and they die in it and are never born into the spiritual realm. For some time, the world has nurtured us, but when it comes to the fullness of time, we must come out – if not, we will die in it.
Spiritual birth is often preceded by a period of maturation when our hearts and minds are made ready, a period of (intense) labor when we struggle between the world and the world that lies beyond the strait and narrow way. If we get entangled with the world – the cord around our neck – we will vacillate endlessly between the two worlds – and we will die in the world.
"Come forth, my people, out of her, that ye have no fellowship with her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues" (Rev 18:4)