At roughly 16 weeks, I started bleeding pretty heavily. After three weeks of doctor visits, we got moved to high risk, where at 19 weeks, we found out I had a subchorionic hematoma and was put on bed rest. We prayed for healing and moved our room to the first floor, and I hardly moved except when I needed to. Our 20 week appointment was a week later, and everything seemed to be the same. Then, the following week our biggest fear happened.

My husband got home from work and I told him I didn’t feel right, but wasn’t sure. After a few hours, the uncomfortable pain began to grow, and I told him I think we should go to the OB ER. When we got there, we were immediately seen and our baby still had a heart beat, so we thought for sure we would be going home. They placed a monitor on me to track my contractions, and gave me medicines to hopefully stop them. After the OB doctor came in and examined me, she told us I was dilated at 1.5 and it wasn’t looking good, and we were likely going to miscarry. I didn’t believe her, and kept asking God for a miracle.

There was blood everywhere, and the contractions just kept getting stronger. They then admitted us. As I was wheeled down the hallway, my husband behind me in tears, we were still in doubt this was happening and were so scared. That night, there was no sleeping.

After more scares, and then getting checked around 3 am, they told me he was coming and prepared me for labor. As they told me to push, tears flooded my eyes and everything in me didn’t want to, knowing what was ahead. 3:18 am, Titus John was born, and let out a soft cry. My husband cut the cord and they laid him on my chest, and he remained there for his 45 mins of life.

We saw his heart beating through his chest, his tiny hands and feet, and little nose and ears. He was beautiful, and a miracle from the Lord. He breathed all on his own and the doctors and nurses were in awe at how long he hung on for. We got to love him and talked to him, and tell him how proud we were, and strong he was, and how much we loved him, and that he would always be our baby boy, our first born.

Later, family came and got to meet him and hold him. We spent the entire day in the hospital with him, before sending him away to the funeral home. We prayed and kissed him goodbye. We decided to have him buried, and my husband and I did a private grave side to say our see you later, and pray and weep.

The next day we had a celebration of life for him with family, friends, and Titus’s cousins at our favorite park. We had all the lollipops and Diet DP, which was what I craved with Titus, and the cousins wrote a message on balloons and we released them.

Although we are broken, we rest in the fact Titus only knew unconditional love and is safe in the arms of our Savior, and we will see him in heaven and get to spend eternity with him.

Titus was put into the cradle and held by our families including his grandparents, aunts, and a best friend of mine. We also got pictures of Titus in the cradle.

Titus has opened the door to share the gospel with others, for our friends to have deeper conversations with their families and even change their interactions with their children. I know God is faithful, and even though it feels as if the prayers weren’t answered how we wanted, we know He has our good in mind and we can trust Him and find Hope in the assurance of the cross. Titus is forever our little boy.

Written by Rosie Hunter, mother of Titus John Hunter, born on 4/10/2025 at 21 weeks and 3 days.

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