I want to thank God for His extraordinary healing from fibroid and mighty deliverance during the pregnancy and delivery of my second baby. When I was three months pregnant, I was asked to go for an anomaly scan. I went for it and the results showed that I had fibroid. This was totally unimaginable as it was not what my husband and I were expecting. We had only gone for a simple scan to find out about our baby. My husband immediately held my hands and we agreed that the result is not for me and that we were dropping that fibroid at the hospital before leaving. We also chose not to throw away the result but signed and wrote “for reference purpose” on it. We kept it because we knew God will come through for us and we would need it as an evidence of God’s deliverance.

The picture of the scan, which looked like my baby was being suffocated by a load above her kept replaying in my head, especially at night and the enemy kept saying my baby would not survive, as she will be choked by the fibroid over time. I never kept quiet at such times, I would speak up and say, “My body is the temple of the Most High God and nothing contrary to my covenant can stay in me. My baby will live and not die.” At a point my faith got challenged, and I thought of considering other options.

I had free medical care in the United Kingdom at that time so when I flagged it with my husband, he said that it is either we are in faith on it together, or seek medical attention; but I had to be clear on what I want. I told him we were in faith together and I rekindled my faith with Scriptures and declarations, and constantly broke bread to remember the covenant of my healing. About a week after receiving the scan result, I was in church on a Sunday when Pastor Nkechi mentioned my case by the word of knowledge as she was ministering. It was so direct! She said fibroids were falling off someone’s body and she repeated it twice. I cried most of the time because I knew my healing had come.

Monday the next day, my husband and I went for another scan. By this time we had declared that the result had reversed and our hearts were expectant. Before the sonographer could finish his report, I took my phone and began to type my testimony ahead of time right there in his office; ready to send it to my man of God. True to God’s Word, the scan results showed no trace of fibroid. God is indeed faithful. I clicked on the send button on my phone and shared my testimony.

Everything went on fine, my doctor took scan pictures of my baby smiling in the womb, jumping up and down and just being happy she was coming to the world soon. As if the enemy was not tired, when the pregnancy was about 37 weeks old, I was told by my doctor with a sad face that my baby had the umbilical cord round her neck and it was so tight it was affecting her heart beat. My baby’s heart beat would be monitored and I had to be in the hospital for monitoring. For every day the procedure is done, I had to pay heavily and if my baby’s heart beat drops below a particular level, I would have to be induced or a Caesarian section would be done immediately. I heard the heartbeat myself and knew something had gone wrong. I told my dad and he prayed a very short prayer of faith. I told my husband and it was no different: he also prayed a very short prayer of faith. He declared that I will not be induced; neither will a caesarean section be carried out on me, that the baby would be fine and would come out in good time. I agreed with him. We broke bread on this and went to see another professional who would carry out the same scan in the same doctor’s office two days after. To the amazement of all, the 3D scan showed that the cord was off my baby’s neck and her heartbeat was perfect. All the doctor could say was, “This is incredible.” I immediately told him that it was my Father’s hand at work.

Before I chose my doctor in the United Kingdom, I went online to search for the best ten doctors in that area and checked their track records before picking the one that had an award for excellent service for that year. On the day of delivery, because of the faithfulness of God my delivery was so fast that before the team could put their acts together and before my doctor arrived, my baby was out. In fact, a resident doctor rushed in to deliver my baby. I queried my doctor for not showing up on time (which was really not totally his fault but the extraordinary grace and mercy of God upon me for swift childbirth), and was given a discount and free postnatal drugs and other items after profuse apologies from my doctor and the hospital for my miracle of swift delivery and his not showing up on time.

Indeed, at the end, it was clear the arm of flesh failed and my confidence was in God and not man, because God is not a man and no man has the final say in my life. I give God praise. I judge Him faithful!