One year ago… we woke up never realizing that were were going to witness a
\nreal miracle that day. \u00a0It was a busy day, schooling and preparing for a youth
\nnight at our house. I had a pretty bad headache that day, so when our friend\u00a0Bertha offered to help in the afternoon, I didn’t think she needed to at first, but\u00a0then changed my mind and said yes. It still overwhelms my heart how God\u00a0knew when we needed an RN in our house.<\/p>\n
We had a great time chatting\u00a0and finishing up chores as the older children were happily occupied in their\u00a0room with coloring books and stories. \u00a0Our little sunshine baby, Kyla, was\u00a0toddling around nearby. \u00a0She started walking just days before, at 13 months. \u00a0Already, she was the joy of our home, so loved by everyone. \u00a0I\u00a0put her in her booster for a little snack, and decided to give her an early bath\u00a0as soon as she was done. \u00a0Normally, this occurs in our main bathroom, where\u00a0everyone can watch her easily and most importantly, she cannot turn on\u00a0faucets. \u00a0She was very comfortable and had good balance, so it was not\u00a0unusual for me to let her play for a bit.\u00a0\u00a0But this time I decided to put her in our\u00a0jacuzzi because I was planning to head for the shower in minutes, where I\u00a0could watch over her. \u00a0I put an inch or two of water in and let her play \u00a0there\u00a0while I finished up a few things in the kitchen right on the other side of the\u00a0wall.<\/p>\n
I could drive myself crazy trying to understand how enough time elapsed\u00a0for the accident to even happen, but Berti and I got into a discussion about\u00a0something, which explains that time got away from me. \u00a0I also don’t\u00a0understand why I didn’t hear the water when Kyla turned it on, but it was\u00a0something about the doors being partially shut or our voices, or… who knows\u00a0what. \u00a0Being a mom, my ears are tuned to my baby’s voice at a time like this,\u00a0and I do remember hearing her happy sounds, or at least what I thought were\u00a0happy sounds, at one point. \u00a0But when I opened our bedroom door wide to set a\u00a0basket of laundry there, I was horrified to hear water running. \u00a0Instantly I knew\u00a0Kyla must have stood up and turned on the water, and I rushed into the\u00a0bathroom, to find what no mother EVER wants to find.<\/p>\n
The tub was almost full,\u00a0the water running full force, and my baby was floating face down. \u00a0There are\u00a0no words to describe the utter horror or the desperation of the cry that came\u00a0from the bottom of my heart… “NO!!! My BAAABY! Jesus, help my baby!!!” \u00a0Instinctively, I shut off the water and angrily flicked the drain knob as I\u00a0grabbed my baby out of that horrid tub. \u00a0I instantly felt the responsibility that\u00a0was mine, but I also did not think our little girl was alive anymore. Her blue\u00a0body felt cool and so lifeless. \u00a0Her eyes were closed, and the only evidence that\u00a0she might not be completely gone was a rattle coming from her throat. \u00a0I ran\u00a0screaming for help and Bertha took her from me as I raced to PD’s office. \u00a0I\u00a0should have thought to call 911 but all I could think was to find PD, and the\u00a0only thing that came out of my heart over and over was a desperate cry to\u00a0Jesus to help us. \u00a0My heart told me He was our only hope. PD was not in his\u00a0office, but by this time, Bertha had Kyla on the back porch and was\u00a0performing CPR. \u00a0She was able to get PD’s attention. He was outside with a\u00a0customer who had just stopped to look at a trailer that was for sale, \u00a0but I\u00a0didn’t comprehend that at the time. \u00a0He came running and immediately called\u00a0911. \u00a0A gentle, soft spoken stranger walked up on the porch just then and\u00a0began to do chest compressions as Berti directed him. \u00a0I thought he was an\u00a0angel. \u00a0Later we found out he was that customer, and that God had sent HIM,\u00a0too. \u00a0He was a former shepherd from Ireland whose lamb reviving skills came\u00a0rushing back to help him in assisting our little girl back to life. \u00a0An RN and a\u00a0shepherd….who but God could think to drop them off on our property at just\u00a0the right time? \u00a0*tears* \u00a0But our little girl’s medical condition was very, very\u00a0grave. \u00a0My heart told me so, but I didn’t know all the things Bertha did, or how\u00a0very desperate her heart was feeling as the CPR produced absolutely no results\u00a0minute after minute. \u00a0She was unable to even find a heartbeat, although we\u00a0did see a lot of water release from her mouth.<\/p>\n
Just when Bertha was thinking\u00a0there would be no response, PD knelt down and laid his hands on Kyla’s\u00a0head, uttering the most heartfelt, petitioning prayer a Daddy could ever pray.\u00a0We needed a miracle. \u00a0And that was the moment when our little angel gasped,\u00a0and her little hands and feet went from blue to pink. \u00a0Every one of us who was\u00a0there knew without argument that Jesus stepped in and gave our baby back to\u00a0us. \u00a0There are no words to describe the shock of experiencing the two most\u00a0opposite emotions you can in half an hour’s time, but I tried in vain to process\u00a0it as I rode in the ambulance with my little girl who was uttering cries through\u00a0her clenched teeth. \u00a0 She was alive! \u00a0Many, many people began praying for us\u00a0right then. \u00a0The next hours were anxious for us, yet nothing could override the\u00a0deep sense of this, along with gratitude that she was at least breathing and\u00a0moving, and even fighting the nurses and doctors, although she did not open\u00a0her eyes. \u00a0Her body felt rigid and she began to have seizures shortly after\u00a0arriving in the ER. These were difficult moments, but once again, God sent us\u00a0an angel, in the form of Dr Chamberlain, our ER doctor. \u00a0He came and put his\u00a0arms around both PD and I and prayed for us with all his heart. \u00a0The memories\u00a0of moments like this throughout our harrowing experience are simply warm,\u00a0golden reminders of a very loving heavenly Father surrounding us with His\u00a0Presence and care. \u00a0We were touched again and again with this reality.<\/p>\n
The\u00a0doctor soon told us they would be transporting Kyla to a bigger hospital, as\u00a0they were not well equipped to deal with trauma situations for babies. \u00a0It\u00a0seemed far too long to us until the ambulance arrived, but the doctors and\u00a0nurses did their best to stabilize our baby as we waited. \u00a0It is a very strange\u00a0experience to hold your child who is breathing, but whose body feels more stiff\u00a0and dead than alive. \u00a0I could hardly stand it, neither could I stop kissing and\u00a0touching that little body. \u00a0By the time the ambulance arrived, Kyla was resting\u00a0better and stable. \u00a0 We followed in our truck for the 45 minute drive to\u00a0Brenner’s Children’s hospital. \u00a0 I kept a close eye on the transport nurse, but she\u00a0didn’t seem too anxious or active. We found out later she was very concerned,\u00a0with how little response was coming from Kyla, but there was little she could\u00a0do until we reached the hospital.<\/p>\n
Upon arrival, they explained to us that the\u00a0trauma team was ready and what all they would be doing. \u00a0Every inch of our\u00a0baby’s body was examined very carefully before they took her away for scans\u00a0and xrays. Every scan and bone x-ray came back clear and so did the chest x-ray, praise\u00a0God! \u00a0But there was still concern about the lack of response, and we\u00a0understood this better later when we read about drowning victims who are\u00a0rescuscitated, and the affects that can take over hours or even days after the\u00a0accident. \u00a0We were told Kyla would be kept in a special room upstairs for\u00a0observation. \u00a0All the events so far had taken place from around 5:30pm until\u00a09pm or later. \u00a0We were grateful beyond words for the support of friends and family as we\u00a0waited there in the ER until 2am the next morning, very thankful our daughter\u00a0was alive, but not knowing what to expect as her eyes were still closed.<\/p>\n
Around\u00a02, the transport nurse came to take us up to our room. \u00a0This was the\u00a0moment we will never forget! \u00a0Our precious baby rolled over and opened the\u00a0most beautiful blue eyes we ever saw. \u00a0She looked bewildered, but only for a\u00a0moment until she caught sight of her Daddy and Mama’s faces. \u00a0Then she\u00a0smiled and sat up, exclaiming over her wires and tubes, and promptly tugging\u00a0at them. \u00a0We were so incredibly overjoyed and could only thank Jesus over and\u00a0over again…! \u00a0Our baby was alive and very normal!! \u00a0She made a full and\u00a0speedy recovery, to the amazement of doctors and nurses and also everyone\u00a0who loved her!! \u00a0Everything, 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.<\/p>\n
We praise God over and over and over again for Kyla’s miraculous\u00a0little self. \u00a0Everyone loves their children, and we love all our children. \u00a0There’s\u00a0just something about standing on the brink of loss, only to be given so much\u00a0mercy… and life anew, that makes us hold her extra close. \u00a0Every night after\u00a0this for a long, long time I rocked her and just felt her little arms and legs and\u00a0the incredible warmth of her little body, and marveled over God’s kindness. \u00a0I\u00a0never dreamed that we or our children would feel such a kinship with the lady to whom Jesus gave\u00a0back her son who had died. \u00a0We wonder, too, about\u00a0the purpose God has for our little\u00a0girl. Though we don’t understand it all, it truly seems God gave her back with a\u00a0little touch of Heaven all over her personality. \u00a0Did she sit in Jesus’ lap and hear\u00a0the angels sing? \u00a0Is that why she LOVES to dance to music and sing her little\u00a0heart out? \u00a0Did He put His hands on her head and bless her? \u00a0Is that why she\u00a0loves to pray and loves to love people SO much? \u00a0Did Jesus put that gleam of \u00a0life and startling intensity in her blue eyes? \u00a0Did He let her experience the\u00a0atmosphere of Heaven for just a little and stamp a signature of joy in her spirit\u00a0to share with us and make her a minister of His love? \u00a0 We don’t know. \u00a0But we\u00a0do know she is a miracle. \u00a0I hope we never get over it. \u00a0:)<\/p>\n
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. \u00a0We have dear friends who went through similar experiences but deal with the deep sorrow of having to let go of their loved ones. \u00a0It makes no sense why our little girl is still in our arms while others stayed in Jesus’ arms and left aching, longing hearts behind. \u00a0Yet there is peace in knowing God understands all the things we don’t, and we accept His sovereignty. \u00a0Did He want us to have a deeper sense of what so many dear ones have gone through? \u00a0I don’t know… but I do know, we love you, dear ones. \u00a0And this morning, I am praying, for each one of you, in a new way again. \u00a0May Jesus be glorified!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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