Rosemary Macri was eight months pregnant when the baby suddenly showed signs of heart distress. “Will my baby be all right?” she asked, as she lay in New York Hospital’s maternity ward, hooked up to machines she could barely comprehend. “We’ll do the best we can,” replied the doctor. “But I have to be honest with you – there is only so much we can do.” A legion of doctors and nurses kept vigil over the fetus during the next twenty-four hours. But despite their efforts, the baby’s condition worsened. The doctors made a decision to induce labor. Shortly thereafter, Rosemary gave birth to a baby boy.
For what seemed like an eternity, Rosemary lay waiting for her child’s prognosis. She watched the nurses come and go from their stations. She heard the sound of technology and television. She smelled disinfectant. Finally, overcome with weariness and numb with shock, she fell into a deep sleep. As Rosemary slept, the staff was very concerned about the poor prognosis of Rosemary’s newborn. They knew all too well the grave odds against the baby’s survival. They called in the priest. “The mother is fast asleep,” the priest said, “and it is my belief that given the circumstances, the child should be baptized.” Right there and then, the child was baptized.
All the while, Rosemary slumbered peacefully. In her dreams, a vision of her late Uncle Patrick appeared. “Don’t worry,” the calming voice said, “your child will be well. Everything will be fine.” Just as the ad hoc baptism came to an end, Rosemary awoke from her deep state of slumber. The dream about her uncle, and the soothing words he had spoken had made her feel comforted. But now her own heart froze with terror when she saw the priest. He must have known, for he spoke quickly. “My dear,” he said, “hold on to hope because the situation had been so precarious, we baptized the baby. We named him Patrick.”
She was just opening her mouth to speak to the priest, to tell him about her dream, when the doctors entered the room. The priest and Rosemary looked at them pleadingly.
“Your son will be just fine,” announced one of the doctors.
—Story provided by Rosemary Macri
Comment:
People who trust in the Lord often have their prayers answered in ways unimaginable. The doctors and the nurses could offer little hope for the survival of Rosemary’s baby, but they did their best, and did not turn their backs on Rosemary and the sickly infant in her womb. Rosemary did not lose hope because with God, she believed, all things were possible. [ Matthew 19 : 26 ] She would not abort the child in her womb. Imagine her reaction when she was told: “Your son will be just fine.”
—Fr. Hugh Duffy
4 Comments
Laura DeBrizzi
You gave me a gift Father Duffy when you visited St. Vincent de Paul Church in Bayonne, NJ. I believe that God intervened in our meeting because I was only there that Sat. to help my cousin with the practicing for the children’s confession. I did my first confession in years and you absolved me of a sin that lay heavy on my heart. You restored my faith and am making my way back to the church.
Hugh Duffy
So kind of you, Laura, to contact me with those heartwarming words. I only did my duty at St. Vincent de Paul in Bayonne, N. J; but it’s good to know that I’ve been able to help you during our chance encounter. Say hello to your Pastor. He was very kind to me when I was there ever so briefly.
Claire Schonaerts
Dear Fr. Duffy, I can echo the sentiment that Laura states in the previous comment. You truly allow the Holy Spirit to use you and you minister to all of us so kindly. Several of my Cursillo Prayer Sisters attended your mission here at St. Helen’s Parish in Glendale, AZ. We enjoy sharing your emails with one another and discussing the ways you bring us closer to Christ.
God bless you!
Hugh Duffy
That’s gratifying, Claire, to know that you and your Cursillo sisters are benefiting from my blogs. I remember well the retreat I gave in Glendale. I’m now finishing up on the other two books on Hope and Love. That will complete the trilogy( Faith, Hope, and Love).
Warmly,
Hugh Duffy