Sliding Down RainbowsTERRI DELUCA
"Terri, are you sitting down?"the nurse asked over the telephone. "We got your test results back and they were positive. You're pregnant."
Eight weeks later, we had our first ultrasound. "It's a girl," Dr. Horner reported.
"Are you sure?" I excitedly asked.
"Well, I wouldn't go and paint the nursery, but, yes, I'm sure."
My first born son, Joey, who was two at the time, knew something was happening. He knew mommy's tummy was changing, but of course he didn't know why. I remember getting so much pleasure out of telling him that he was going to have a little sister and how it would be when she came home. Joey learned to pat my belly and say, "be-be." At mealtimes when we would ask God to bless our food, we also asked him to bless the baby and Joey would pat his own tummy! Me, the mother of two children — I could hardly believe it myself.
When the baby was 19 weeks old in utero, we had another ultrasound to check on her development. "She measures four weeks behind in growth," Debbie, the nurse told me. She looked confused and at the same time concerned. Dr. Horner then came in. After close examination, he found the same.
"At this point we won't do anything but wait. I believe that babies grow in spurts. Let's get you back here in three weeks and we'll see how she's doing," the good doctor said.
After three long weeks, I returned. "She's grown three weeks in size, but is still four behind," he said. Let's try it again in three more weeks." I felt encouraged. Something inside of me wasn't so confident.
My next report confirmed this feeling. Maria was now five weeks behind. "We're going to get a second opinion," Dr. Horner stated. I was concerned, but Dr. Horner assured me not to worry. So I didn't.
The next week Phil (my husband), Joey and I went to see Dr. Shaver, a perinatologist, one who specializes in high-risk pregnancies. I had never considered myself "high risk" — until we walked out of the door that day.
It was discovered right away by an extravagant ultrasound machine that Maria had an artery missing in her umbilical cord. Next they found her club feet, club hands, and an opening in her spine (spina bifida), and a "rocky" shaped head. The nurse and doctor suggested an amniocentesis to see what, if any, chromosomal damage Maria had. "It would be best if we knew what we were facing here," the doctor stated. "And it's legally too late to consider an abortion."
"That never would have been a consideration," I firmly replied.
The doctor continued with his prognosis. "She could be stillborn or severely retarded," he told us honestly. I looked at Phil and he nodded his head. I reluctantly decided to go ahead with the amnio.
While they were preparing the procedure, we were sent to the genetic counselor's office to go over possibilities of what could be wrong with our baby. In the course of the conversation, abortion came up again.
"Didn't Dr. Horner suggest an amniocentesis to give you the option to terminate your pregnancy?" she inquired.
"It never would have been an option," I stated emphatically. "Dr. Horner knows my feelings — he didn't have to ask." I was internally enraged.
Phil and I left the doctor's office that day feeling weakened emotionally and physically. That evening at home, we both felt sick; like we were coming down with the flu. Along with sleepless nights, this indisposed feeling lasted a couple of days.
One week later, our anxiously awaited phone call came. "Terri, are you alone?" the genetic counselor questioned. "We got the results of your test and they are not good. Your baby has Trisomy 18 and is going to die." she reported.
My weeping was uncontrollable. Never had I been so crushed, so devastated. I was shaking all over. The muscles in my legs were all wound up. How could this be?
"What is Trisomy 18?" I asked through the tears.
"It is a chromosomal abnormality which has caused your daughter severe mental retardation. As a result, her brain cannot tell her body how to function. Usually in these babies the heart stops or they just discontinue breathing."
"How long can she live with no life support?" I reluctantly asked.
"If she survives the birth canal, Terri, she could live a few moments or hours. I've seen one baby live 7 days."
Needless to say, I was in a state of shock. After 7 years of being together, Phil and I had never been faced with such a trauma in our lives. God had always been so good to us and had given us everything that we needed. You could say that our life together was perfect...until now.
One night soon after, Phil came home from work, walked into the back door and declared, "Honey, we are going to set up the bassinet and get ready for Maria to come home. If we believe that she will be healed, then God will heal her."
I had already made funeral arrangements and so we decided at that moment to bury (so to speak) plans for Maria's death and concentrate totally on praying for a miracle. I immediately thought of the woman in the Bible who believed that if she could only touch Jesus' cloak, that she would be made well. And so it happened. I became that woman. I believed without a shadow of a doubt that Maria was going to be perfectly normal at birth. "I tell you solemnly, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours, says the Lord" (Mk 11:23,24). I confidently clung on to these words.
The next day I typed up a novena to Blessed Margaret of Castello, a woman who was cast out by her parents for her severe deformities, and sent it to everyone I know. I asked that they pray it for 9 days and if they would like to begin it again, all the better. I also requested that they please make copies to pass along to others. After two months, we had over 200 copies in circulation that we knew of and an unknown amount distributed by our friends. Soon we counted people in 19 states who were praying for little Maria. We began receiving cards and letters from people we did not know saying that they were praying for us and for little Maria. These were people of all denominations, some who went to church, some who didn't. But the bottom line was that they were praying. There was a congregation in England praying. A woman in Italy lit a candle each day for Maria. This child had hundreds upon hundreds of people on their knees — and she had not even emerged from the womb! This show of support through prayer only strengthened my belief that Maria was surely going to be a Christmas miracle.
Then on December 11 th, 4 days before Maria's due date, an article came out in our local paper, The Charlotte Observer, which told the story of a woman who had a third trimester abortion. Her baby was hydrocephalic and had been given 6 months to live after he was born. The mother searched and found a doctor in Wichita, Kansas who performed late term abortions. He ended the baby's life through an injection of saline solution and then had to drain the baby's head, as it was too big to get through the birth canal. The reporter labeled the procedure "a miracle". The mother praised her abortionist claiming him to be a "gift from God", applauding qualities of his "skill and courage". How distorted can you get? How much "skill" does it take to kill an innocent baby? And isn't the 5 th commandment from God — the Giver of gifts — "Thou shalt not kill?"
I responded to the article, unaware at the time, on December 12 th the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Protectress of the Unborn! To my surprise, it was published two days later. Issues supporting life in the womb get little if no publicity and so for The Charlotte Observer to print what I had written without any editing was unmistakably the work of Almighty God. "God created Maria for a reason and we love and respect Him and His decision to either take her to Himself or to heal her and bless us with her life," I wrote. "She is my baby, and it is my responsibility as her mother to let no harm come to her. I love her just the way she is and accept her as God's special gift to me. Maria lives. She is the light of my life. Praise God."
Calls from strangers were on our answering machine when I arrived home from work that day saying that they, too, were praying. This led to a newspaper column in which our story of praying for and believing in a miracle and the integrity of life in the womb became widespread. In this article, my views on abortion and why I hadn't had one were probed. The columnist, Danney Powell, gave my two reasons which were accurately published. "First, Terri believes abortion is murder. Second, to abort the baby would be to fail in trusting God's power to work a miracle."
"Maria is already a miracle," the article reported. "She's already made a statement on preservation of life in the womb. If she can save one life, that's why she was created." The pro-life movement had made the front page of the local section of The Charlotte Observer! Glory be to God! And from that article, there began a besieging of prayers. Baby Maria had touched thousands of souls to love her, pray for her and trust in God's wisdom and His will for us.
"Impressively precocious for one who has yet to emerge from the womb — certainly marvelous, if not miraculous," wrote a Dominican Brother whom I did not know. Brother Martin Martiny, OP, who lived in Baltimore at that time, received a copy of the novena from a friend in New Orleans, who was also someone I did not know! The miracle had begun. An infant in the womb was gathering the faithful in prayer, changing lives, changing hearts and changing minds to say "yes" to life. Oh, how blessed we were to be her parents!
People began to feel as if they knew Maria. Praying for an infant seemed to create a love and closeness, as if she were their very own child. Maria gave humanity to life inside the womb. She was not just "a blob of tissue" as some pro-abortionists may argue. She was a living, loving human being crying out to the world saying, "I'm alive! I am God's creation! Don't give up on me! Hope in me! Love me!" And they did.
Maria was born on December 21, 1995 around 8:00pm. She was taken to Heaven four hours earlier, around 4:00pm. All I could think about when the doctor said, "We've lost her," was She's in Heaven, happy and with God. I had no grief at that time, shed no tears. And when I finally held my 3lb, 9 oz, 15 in. baby girl, my tears were tears of sadness and joy. Sadness for obvious reasons, joy for Maria. I wanted what was best for my child. What mother doesn't? And what life could be more superior to eternal life with God? I couldn't help but think of Mary, Jesus' Mother, when she held the body of her Son after He was taken down from the cross; His open wounds, His bent, broken body. Maria had spina bifida and a hole the size of my palm in her back. She was also bent at her hands and feet. She resembled the crucified Christ — the One Who came and gave His life for us. I was holding in my arms one who gave of her life for others. How privileged I was to be her mother!
On Friday, the day after Maria's ascent into Heaven, I spoke with Dannye, the columnist with The Charlotte Observer. She told me that there were thousands of people calling her wanting to know about "Baby Maria". Dannye wanted to do a story. So did I. But her editor said, "No, it's too soon. Give Terri a week to sort out her feelings." I was disappointed.
I told Dannye that this was a Christmas story. "It needs to be told," I pleaded. "My feelings are not going to change in a week." So Dannye went over her editor's head and through only the grace of God, she got permission to do half of her column on Maria. I told her, half jokingly, that I wanted the whole column. We were grateful for what we got.
I relived the story of Maria's death...and birth to Dannye. We cried together. I shared that Maria was our Christmas present to Jesus. We cried some more. Following our phone conversation, I was on the phone with the funeral service when the nurse brought me a hand written message on a sticky note. It read, Dannye called, it's the whole column!
So on Christmas Eve, another story was written about a baby being born; a baby who brought people to their knees in prayer, a baby who changed hearts, lives. A story about a baby who lived, loved and died. This story proclaimed that Maria's life and death were indeed a miracle. It reported on my labor, Maria's sporadic heartbeat and the heartbeat that was no longer. It told how Maria accomplished more "for God and against abortion — than most of us do in a lifetime." This Christmas story put it all into prospective. Christmas is not about "Santa Clause and giving your husband a pair of socks he'll never wear. It's about giving of your greatest gift, back to God."
Maria lived a perfect life. She existed nine months in her mothers' womb and went directly to her Mother and Father in Heaven. She never felt pain or sorrow. She never shed a tear, never had to experience a grueling death. She only knew love, warmth, comfort and peace.
Maria's reason for being is clear to me now. Her death brought life. Her vocation was to give of her life for the sake of others; specifically mothers contemplating abortion. As a result of Maria's story in The Charlotte Observer, and the grace of God, Maria will be remembered and many mothers will say "yes" to the life within them. If one life has been saved as a result of Maria's death, then her existence was all worthwhile. I believe that Maria saved more than one life. I know that she affected thousands.
In the past five weeks since Maria's entrance into Paradise, I've often wondered, What is she doing in Heaven? How do the children in Heaven spend their days? Do they run, jump and play as children on earth or do they spend all of their time adoring the most Holy and Blessed Trinity? So, I asked Our Lord if He would give me a sign; some indication that Maria was okay, in Heaven and happy.
A couple of weeks passed and I received a phone call for my husband from, once again, someone I didn't know. During our conversation the woman happened to mention a dream that her 12 year-old daughter, Holly, had recently. Holly dreamed that she went to Heaven. There were rainbows everywhere with puffy clouds, a big gate and Jesus and Mary were there sitting on thrones that were made of clouds. And there were babies everywhere sliding down the rainbows!
I didn't think much of it at the time and after we hung up I returned to what I had been doing. I started thinking about the babies and picturing them in my mind sliding down rainbows. I suddenly realized that I was hearing the song, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow"! After my phone call, I had put on "The Wizard of Oz" for Joey! That was it! That was my sign!
I burst into tears of ecstasy. Thank you, Jesus! My little girl is okay, she is blessed, she is bounteous in Heaven with all of the other babies who have moved on. And she is running, jumping and sliding down rainbows all the day long!
My precious little baby girl ... a saint, in Heaven, with God.
The story goes on....To this day (July 16, 2003) a genetic counselor in New York City has Maria's newspaper articles on file in her office. When someone comes in who wishes to terminate their pregnancy, she shows them Maria's story. Lives are still being saved through the intercession of my sweet baby Maria!To God be the Glory!
Terri DeLuca. "Sliding Down Rainbows." Home of the Mother Mar/Apr 2004.
Reprinted with permission from the author, Terri DeLuca.
"Sliding Down Rainbows" was first published in the Spanish Home of the Mother Magazine, Mar/Apr 2004. It was then circulated around Spain, Italy, and Ireland. The 101 Foundation in the USA printed it in one of their monthly newsletters.
Terri DeLuca and her husband Phil live in Charlotte, North Carolina. They have three children: Joseph Philip DeLuca II, Maria Saint Clare DeLuca (in heaven), and Clare Marie DeLuca.
Copyright © 2007 Terri DeLuca
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