One year ago… we woke up never realizing that were were going to witness a
real miracle that day.  It was a busy day, schooling and preparing for a youth
night at our house. I had a pretty bad headache that day, so when our friend Bertha offered to help in the afternoon, I didn’t think she needed to at first, but then changed my mind and said yes. It still overwhelms my heart how God knew when we needed an RN in our house.

We had a great time chatting and finishing up chores as the older children were happily occupied in their room with coloring books and stories.  Our little sunshine baby, Kyla, was toddling around nearby.  She started walking just days before, at 13 months.  Already, she was the joy of our home, so loved by everyone.  I put her in her booster for a little snack, and decided to give her an early bath as soon as she was done.  Normally, this occurs in our main bathroom, where everyone can watch her easily and most importantly, she cannot turn on faucets.  She was very comfortable and had good balance, so it was not unusual for me to let her play for a bit.  But this time I decided to put her in our jacuzzi because I was planning to head for the shower in minutes, where I could watch over her.  I put an inch or two of water in and let her play  there while I finished up a few things in the kitchen right on the other side of the wall.

I could drive myself crazy trying to understand how enough time elapsed for the accident to even happen, but Berti and I got into a discussion about something, which explains that time got away from me.  I also don’t understand why I didn’t hear the water when Kyla turned it on, but it was something about the doors being partially shut or our voices, or… who knows what.  Being a mom, my ears are tuned to my baby’s voice at a time like this, and I do remember hearing her happy sounds, or at least what I thought were happy sounds, at one point.  But when I opened our bedroom door wide to set a basket of laundry there, I was horrified to hear water running.  Instantly I knew Kyla must have stood up and turned on the water, and I rushed into the bathroom, to find what no mother EVER wants to find.

The tub was almost full, the water running full force, and my baby was floating face down.  There are no words to describe the utter horror or the desperation of the cry that came from the bottom of my heart… “NO!!! My BAAABY! Jesus, help my baby!!!”  Instinctively, I shut off the water and angrily flicked the drain knob as I grabbed my baby out of that horrid tub.  I instantly felt the responsibility that was mine, but I also did not think our little girl was alive anymore. Her blue body felt cool and so lifeless.  Her eyes were closed, and the only evidence that she might not be completely gone was a rattle coming from her throat.  I ran screaming for help and Bertha took her from me as I raced to PD’s office.  I should have thought to call 911 but all I could think was to find PD, and the only thing that came out of my heart over and over was a desperate cry to Jesus to help us.  My heart told me He was our only hope. PD was not in his office, but by this time, Bertha had Kyla on the back porch and was performing CPR.  She was able to get PD’s attention. He was outside with a customer who had just stopped to look at a trailer that was for sale,  but I didn’t comprehend that at the time.  He came running and immediately called 911.  A gentle, soft spoken stranger walked up on the porch just then and began to do chest compressions as Berti directed him.  I thought he was an angel.  Later we found out he was that customer, and that God had sent HIM, too.  He was a former shepherd from Ireland whose lamb reviving skills came rushing back to help him in assisting our little girl back to life.  An RN and a shepherd….who but God could think to drop them off on our property at just the right time?  *tears*  But our little girl’s medical condition was very, very grave.  My heart told me so, but I didn’t know all the things Bertha did, or how very desperate her heart was feeling as the CPR produced absolutely no results minute after minute.  She was unable to even find a heartbeat, although we did see a lot of water release from her mouth.

Just when Bertha was thinking there would be no response, PD knelt down and laid his hands on Kyla’s head, uttering the most heartfelt, petitioning prayer a Daddy could ever pray. We needed a miracle.  And that was the moment when our little angel gasped, and her little hands and feet went from blue to pink.  Every one of us who was there knew without argument that Jesus stepped in and gave our baby back to us.  There are no words to describe the shock of experiencing the two most opposite emotions you can in half an hour’s time, but I tried in vain to process it as I rode in the ambulance with my little girl who was uttering cries through her clenched teeth.   She was alive!  Many, many people began praying for us right then.  The next hours were anxious for us, yet nothing could override the deep sense of this, along with gratitude that she was at least breathing and moving, and even fighting the nurses and doctors, although she did not open her eyes.  Her body felt rigid and she began to have seizures shortly after arriving in the ER. These were difficult moments, but once again, God sent us an angel, in the form of Dr Chamberlain, our ER doctor.  He came and put his arms around both PD and I and prayed for us with all his heart.  The memories of moments like this throughout our harrowing experience are simply warm, golden reminders of a very loving heavenly Father surrounding us with His Presence and care.  We were touched again and again with this reality.

The doctor soon told us they would be transporting Kyla to a bigger hospital, as they were not well equipped to deal with trauma situations for babies.  It seemed far too long to us until the ambulance arrived, but the doctors and nurses did their best to stabilize our baby as we waited.  It is a very strange experience to hold your child who is breathing, but whose body feels more stiff and dead than alive.  I could hardly stand it, neither could I stop kissing and touching that little body.  By the time the ambulance arrived, Kyla was resting better and stable.   We followed in our truck for the 45 minute drive to Brenner’s Children’s hospital.   I kept a close eye on the transport nurse, but she didn’t seem too anxious or active. We found out later she was very concerned, with how little response was coming from Kyla, but there was little she could do until we reached the hospital.

Upon arrival, they explained to us that the trauma team was ready and what all they would be doing.  Every inch of our baby’s body was examined very carefully before they took her away for scans and xrays. Every scan and bone x-ray came back clear and so did the chest x-ray, praise God!  But there was still concern about the lack of response, and we understood this better later when we read about drowning victims who are rescuscitated, and the affects that can take over hours or even days after the accident.  We were told Kyla would be kept in a special room upstairs for observation.  All the events so far had taken place from around 5:30pm until 9pm or later.  We were grateful beyond words for the support of friends and family as we waited there in the ER until 2am the next morning, very thankful our daughter was alive, but not knowing what to expect as her eyes were still closed.

Around 2, the transport nurse came to take us up to our room.  This was the moment we will never forget!  Our precious baby rolled over and opened the most beautiful blue eyes we ever saw.  She looked bewildered, but only for a moment until she caught sight of her Daddy and Mama’s faces.  Then she smiled and sat up, exclaiming over her wires and tubes, and promptly tugging at them.  We were so incredibly overjoyed and could only thank Jesus over and over again…!  Our baby was alive and very normal!!  She made a full and speedy recovery, to the amazement of doctors and nurses and also everyone who loved her!!  Everything, from the crime investigation to social services checking us out, to the relieved sighs of nurses and doctors who were involved every time they walked in and saw her brightly grinning and toddling about… all of it was guided and cared for by the most merciful and redemptive Father there ever was.

We praise God over and over and over again for Kyla’s miraculous little self.  Everyone loves their children, and we love all our children.  There’s just something about standing on the brink of loss, only to be given so much mercy… and life anew, that makes us hold her extra close.  Every night after this for a long, long time I rocked her and just felt her little arms and legs and the incredible warmth of her little body, and marveled over God’s kindness.  I never dreamed that we or our children would feel such a kinship with the lady to whom Jesus gave back her son who had died.  We wonder, too, about the purpose God has for our little girl. Though we don’t understand it all, it truly seems God gave her back with a little touch of Heaven all over her personality.  Did she sit in Jesus’ lap and hear the angels sing?  Is that why she LOVES to dance to music and sing her little heart out?  Did He put His hands on her head and bless her?  Is that why she loves to pray and loves to love people SO much?  Did Jesus put that gleam of  life and startling intensity in her blue eyes?  Did He let her experience the atmosphere of Heaven for just a little and stamp a signature of joy in her spirit to share with us and make her a minister of His love?   We don’t know.  But we do know she is a miracle.  I hope we never get over it.  :)

One of the things that has been very hard for me to comprehend in our story is why God chooses to give some back and take others home.  We have dear friends who went through similar experiences but deal with the deep sorrow of having to let go of their loved ones.  It makes no sense why our little girl is still in our arms while others stayed in Jesus’ arms and left aching, longing hearts behind.  Yet there is peace in knowing God understands all the things we don’t, and we accept His sovereignty.  Did He want us to have a deeper sense of what so many dear ones have gone through?  I don’t know… but I do know, we love you, dear ones.  And this morning, I am praying, for each one of you, in a new way again.  May Jesus be glorified!