The fact of God's help from Elena 02.05.2024

My story happened two years ago. The pregnancy went, as they say, perfectly, and a boy was born (56 cm, 3800 g), my first child. I was, to put it mildly, in awe as I looked at my miracle. Then my sister came into my room and said that the baby's color didn't look healthy. She took him from me, and after a while, she led me to him, but there were a huge number of doctors around. My boy was lying in a breathing mask, and they told me they were taking him to another hospital. I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under my feet, and my legs gave way... The next day, I was transferred to be with my child, but the doctors gave such grim prognoses that I didn’t even want to listen. The child had a significant portion of his lungs collapsed, plus some kind of infection. They injected him with antibiotics, put him on artificial ventilation, and fed him only through a tube. It was a complete nightmare! The doctors changed very often—some were sensitive and spoke carefully, while others said such terrible things. I looked at them as if in a fog and thought they were foolish and didn’t know my little boy, how strong and resilient he was. I was far from faith at the time. A friend told me, "Lena, pray to Archangel Michael." I prayed to everyone—to the Lord, to the Mother of God, to the Guardian Angel. And literally, after 89 days, my son began to breathe on his own. Today, he is an absolutely healthy little boy, lively, restless, cheerful, and the kindest child who loves all people and all animals. I thank God, the Mother of God, all the Angels and Archangels! And also the doctors and nurses. As long as I live, I will remember, thank, and pray for all those people who were there for Raphael. Glory to God for everything!