James DeWeese: Finding a Miracle

By Daniel Lowry

In seconds, a happy day turned into a terrible one. James DeWeese waited for the doctor to come back in the small ultrasound room. His wife smiled at him and his mother put her hand on his shoulder. The three of them were excited about the couple’s second child.

James had been worried about his mother coming with him and his wife to the ultrasound, but she had insisted. She was a tough lady, and she put her foot down. She wanted to know about her second grandbaby.

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James DeWeese

James’ mother was dying. She had “worked herself to death” basically, he says, because years of working as a school custodian had exposed her to cleaning products that had given her Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). She had heart trouble, too, and James didn’t want anything to upset her.

Then the doctor walked in the room. He didn’t smile. “He was very cold,” says James. The news was bad. “He told us the chances of our baby living were small. If he does, he’ll be heavily deformed.”

“The look on my wife’s face was sheer horror,” says James.

The doctor told them the umbilical cord had been damaged, and the baby wasn’t getting enough nutrients. The doctor continued, “The chance of him being healthy and living would be like winning the lottery.” The doctor started explaining their options to terminate the pregnancy.

James interrupted the doctor and said, “We’ll take whatever God gives us.”

Christy was living with her own health problem: Ankylosing spondylitis. It’s a painful, arthritic condition that has no cure.

James was ready to take care of a daughter, a son with challenges, a wife with chronic bone pain, and a mother who was dying. He was ready, and he knew his faith would carry him through all the trials.

“I grew up in a Christian home, and my wife grew up in a strict Catholic home. We never entertained the idea of not having our baby.”

The day after the bad news from the ultrasound, James’ mother had a massive heart attack. She survived, and she said she wanted to live to see that baby. She wanted to make sure she was there for her son and his wife.

James’ wife wanted to make sure the baby got the nutrients he needed. She prayed and she ate. Then she prayed and ate some more.

They changed doctors. Finally, the day came for the baby boy to be born. It was a nervous time for the family, but they were putting their faith in God. That’s when a miracle happened.

“He was perfect,” says James.

The little baby boy wasn’t deformed at all. James held his newborn son and counted all his tiny fingers and toes. He looked into his beautiful little eyes, and there was a look that came back to him that melted his heart.

“There was nothing wrong with him,” says James.

masondeweesepicThey named the little boy Mason. James’ mother was there, and she held Mason in her arms and she stroked his head.  She would pass away a few months after his first birthday, but she held on long enough to see him be a healthy baby boy.

Mason is now three years old. On pretty days, he likes to ride his tricycle around the driveway. He wears a red cape and a Spiderman mask. His legs pump the pedals and the cape flies behind him. He wants to be a police officer when he grows up.

There’s a verse in the Bible that James says is his favorite. It’s Proverbs 31:9. It says to speak up and judge fairly, and to defend the rights of the poor and needy. James is ready to speak up for workers and for what he believes is right. He is trying to make a better Kentucky for his children. That’s why he’s running for state representative in the 50th District.

Mason runs to him and wraps his arms around his father’s neck. “Come here, little buddy,” says James. To Mason, his daddy is a super hero. To James, his son is a miracle.

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Learn more about James DeWeese at www.jamesdeweese.com.

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