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RoseLefebvre
my doctor telling us a child had been born, a fine-looking boy. It was quite by chance that she had walked into that hospital and the very first physician to aid and help her give birth was the doctor who had cared for and helped me. It was by chance that my doctor had remembered me a year after our last meeting and, without any clue, had thought to call and tell us of this untimely birth. Early that morning a boy had been born, delivered by my doctor. We were the first couple who came to his mind the moment she announced her decision to give him because she could not be the mother he needed her to be. When we entered the room of newborns and faced this small newborn for the first time we knew, our hearts were jubilant and our lives reborn. We thanked the Lord for this precious birth, this unexpected babe who filled us with mirth while we gazed upon his face as I held him to me. It was by chance that he had been born just a few days after New Years, when we had decided we would have to go through life as a childless couple. We had finally faced our decision that new year to become immersed in each other, participate in activities we both would enjoy. But by chance he was born and we knew this was meant to be, we would now be three. It was quite by chance that his eyes opened, he smiled, and in that moment our family was born. Now our hearts were no longer broken and torn this significant moment together, our very first, was etched in our minds and hearts for eternity. All quite by chance, this modest child’s birth renewed hope and joy, and I wondered if she, the birth mother, had any idea, any clue as to the pain we had borne and what a blessing this birth was to us, an incredible first in our lives that she had delivered. Meant to be? Chance meeting? Only God knew. 
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