“God’s perfect miracle!” This is the only thing I can think of, when I look into the smiling face of my little boy, now nearly 2 years old. I gave birth to my firstborn at a very advanced age (45), had a natural delivery, and very normal and calm pregnancy. But according to the doctors, this was not supposed to happen… But let me take you many years back in my story.

I came to Israel from a South American country alone at the age of 16 and went to a boarding school. It was a mixed school, with teens from South America and Israelis. The atmosphere there was very secular and so-called liberated. Very soon, I found myself emotionally involved with a boy of my age… and pregnant. The directors of the South American program, together with the school management, decided for me and I practically had no say in their decision. They said it would serve the best interest of the establishment that I had an abortion. Now, understand that when I found out I was pregnant, it was the end of the 3rd month, and until all the bureaucracy was done, it was the end of the fourth month… I cannot begin to describe the heaviness of guilt and fear I felt before and for a long time after the abortion. For years, I was unable to even walk on the street of the hospital where the abortion took place; after I married, at the age of 21, I was anxious to get pregnant, and to have a child. But it didn’t happen. The doctors examined me and told me nothing was wrong, all was OK and in place.

After 7 years of marriage, we tried to adopt, and on one occasion, it was almost finalized, but the mother of the child decided to keep her baby. We were very happy for her and the child, as we believed it was for the best. We left it at that and didn’t try again. After 18 years, our marriage broke. I was angry at God for not giving me at least a child from this man I loved so much. But The One Who sees and knows all had other plans… A year later, I met a South American man, also divorced and father of two grown children. We connected very well, and 2 years later, we got married, with his eldest son holding our Huppah (Canapy used in Jewish weddings). I was over my 40s already, and he was nearly 60 – very advanced ages for even thinking of having children. During a visit to my doctor, we were told it was too late for me, and the doctor laughed at our faces, offering his “help” in adopting children from Ukraine. Well, we didn’t give up, but we didn’t try treatments either.

Then, after we signed the lease contract for another house, leaving the place where I had lived for more than 10 years, it happened! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the results of the urine test! I was pregnant! I was 44 years old already and had heard enough scary stories about late pregnancies. As I told my husband the news, I was a bit fearful of his reaction, but he jumped and hugged me, and we both cried joyfully. I immediately KNEW it was a boy! All throughout pregnancy, we had such support from friends around us, and I am grateful to God for it.

There were doctors who couldn’t believe their eyes when they performed the regular pregnancy exams. By this time, I had another. gynecologist, who was very supportive and thrilled. He even said he was honored to treat and follow up my pregnancy! Such a great encouragement! And on January 12, 2012, our little package of happiness and joy was born! Healthy, beautiful, perfectly crafted by God, and a great testimony already in the hospital for all those around. I had other mothers and some of the nurses coming up to me and asking why the visitors who came to see us were so joyful as they heard it was a miracle baby. Then we told them the same story you are reading now…

Definitely, THAT is God’s miracle!