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Remembering, Part 2

The day started like most Sundays, getting ready for church.  Since we had just brought Son #7 home from the NICU, I would be staying home.  The family went to our usual morning services and came home for Sunday dinner.  After we ate I was needing to work on a flower girl's dress Daughter #4 would be wearing in Son #1's wedding in May. 

Before too long it was time to go back to evening church.  Daughter #2, 10 at the time, wanted to stay home and help.  Daughter #4, 4 at the time, was (and still is) a momma's girl and wanted to stay home also.  Hubby took rest of the family with him. 

Son #7 had been fed and diapered and put down in the pac-n-play so I could continue with my project.  He became a bit fussy and Daughter #2 wanted to hold him.  So I picked him up and and settled them both down on the sofa with Daughter #4 next to them.  I had not gotten very far in my project when he started fussing.  Daughter #2 thought he might be hungry.  I knew he was not, but sat down to nurse anyway.

I suddenly noticed Son #7 did not seem right in my arms.  He felt different.  I looked down at him, he was blue and limp.  Daughter #6 was a 28 week preemie and was blue quite often. ( you can read a snippet about her here)  I readjusted him in my arms to open his airway, expecting him to turn pink.  He continued to turn a different shade of blue, so I sent Daughter #2 next door to get my neighbor.  As she ran next door he went gray and unresponsive.  I hit the emergency button on our alarm system and went to the door and yelled for the neighbor to get here quickly.  She was outside in her yard working and could not get her gate to open.  She broke her fence to get over to my house.  By that time Son #7 had no pulse and his bowels and bladder let go.  I knew we had lost him.

It dawned on me no one answered my alarm that I sent.  My neighbor started CPR and I called 911.  I gave them the info they needed and stayed on the line until the units arrived.  Six huge firemen and paramedics, who I promise looked like angels in my eyes, walked in and in one swoop picked Son #7 up and layed him on my dining room table.  As soon as they put him down we heard a very small gasp and I knew there was a chance for Son #7, even if it was a slight one.  Yes, life had been given back...but for how long I did not know.   


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