Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Moment of Unknowing

I stand there paralyzed by the knowledge of what I know I will find when I pull back the cover.  I want to stay here in this moment - the instant before our world will change forever. 

But instead I pull back the heavy chenille blanket and find my three-month old son face down, unresponsive, and blue.  As I pick up his limp body I step outside myself.  The events unfold before me and I capture them through the lens of my mental camera.  Bringing each scene into focus before snapping the terrible picture. 

I see myself saying his name, cautiously at first, reaching out my hand to touch him.

"Griffin!" I scream.  "Oh my God, Frank, he's not breathing." 

The Monkey's appear outside my bedroom door, one-then two-then three, along with their friends, yanked away from the innocence of their childhood game of hide and go seek into the unimaginable reality unfolding around them. 

"Mom, whats wrong?" Monster Monkey cries.  "Why is he blue?"
Their hysterical screams go unanswered as I carry their brothers lifeless body down the steps. 

I can't answer them as I am not present. 

Just a photographer standing on the sidelines documenting each second of the horrible scene.

I watch my self scream again and hand off the baby to my husband.  He screams and shakes him to no avail.  He hands him to his Guardian Angel, the woman who saved his life and to whom I am forever indebted.  My dear friend, Jamie responds with nurse like calm and immediately commands the situation. 

"Call 9-1-1." She states, but this simple command baffles me.  I can't find a phone and when I finally do, I don't know how to dial. 

Blessedly, her husband had already made the call and was directing EMS to our house within seconds. 

Fire police respond instantly and are the first on the scene.  They administer "blow-by" air further resusciating our son.  His breathing had already been restored due to Jamie's quick reactions, cooling my baby's fiery body and performing chest compressions to restore blood flow. 

As I explain what happened, what I found, what I know to be true, the emergency responders try to convince me otherwise. 

"He must have had a seizure, he must have had a diabetic episode, he must have bacterial meningitis."

How else would a perfectly healthy three-month old child have this kind of "episode."  What other explanation can there be. 

But I know the truth. 

That he was tangled in heavy blankets and had rolled onto his face.  After fighting desperately to free himself, he had finally succumbed to fatigue.  His lactic acid levels and glucose readings were spiked providing evidence to support this agonizing truth.  Dehydrated from trying valiantly to escape the cocoon of chenille, my son almost died because of my lax parenting. 

If I didn't believe in angels before, I do now.  They are among us.  Everywhere. 

Why did I suddenly get up from the kitchen table to check on my son?   He was napping in my bed, something that he had done hundreds of times before.  Why were Jamie and Tom over hanging out on this particular evening?  Their quick reactions saved his life. Their children kept our other Monkey's calm in the face of tragedy.  Wise beyond thier years, they kept them occupied and away from the scene.  Why?

Because there are angels among us. 

I watched helplessly as my infant was poked and prodded, a virtual pin cushion as they tried desperately to get an IV into his tiny dehydrated body.  His beautiful blue eyes were open but registered no response to pain or other stimuli.  It wasn't until finally mercifully they found a vein in his head and were able to push fluids that he began to come back to us. 

For hours and hours, through tests and inspections by countless doctors, nurses and aides, we waited for him to give us a smile.  To let us know that he was in there, that he was okay.  Finally on Sunday night, he did just that, a big toothless grin.  And he hasn't stopped since.  Even while hooked up to tubes and monitors he smiled and flirted and returned to baseline as our perfect little angel. 

And if I didn't believe in miracles before, I do now. 

I have had rigid, unflinchingly professional doctors tell me that it is a miracle that my son is alive.  That it was an angel that moved me to check on him when I did.  That but for the grace of God, I would be planning a funeral rather than requesting discharge instructions.

And I have been forever changed. 

Even when the hospital staff social worker came to speak with us about safe sleeping arrangements in the future she refrained from scolding, saying we had clearly learned our lesson. Poor choices, lax parenting, we are all only one instant away from life-changing tragedy. 

And if I didn't belive before, I do now, that we are all held in the Palm of God's hand. 

36 comments:

  1. WOW. This story is both horrifying and beautiful all rolled in to one. Amazing.

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  2. God has blessed you again. Praise His Holy name.
    Be joyful and happy. Your baby is fine. Don't blame yourself any further.
    Hugs to you and your family ♥

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  3. Wow. Just wow. I'm so glad your baby is well. I dont have kids yet but this will definitely stick with me forever now. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  4. Oh my gosh - so so happy this has a good ending and yes, miracles are real.

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  5. So so SO happy and relieved he is okay. Big hugs to you and that little monkey!

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  6. I can't even imagine. I've done it a million times. So happy this ended this way. He's absolutely beautiful.

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  7. Many, many hugs to you and your family. Thank God he is alright! Angels among us indeed. Look at that sweet face <3

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  8. Praise God.

    Thank you for writing this post. First, I would like to give you a hug for being so raw and amazing in this post.

    Sharing this made me look at my three week old in a new light.

    I blogged on this subject and linked to your post, I hope its okay.

    I am so happy your baby is okay, it is always so so good to be in tune with your mommy instinct. Angels surely were around you!!

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  9. This brought tears to my eyes! So glad he is alright! Prayers to you and yours!

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  10. Omgosh. Sitting here with tears on my face and SO very thankful for angels that saved your sweet boy.
    May he continue to improve and have safe healing.
    God bless.

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  11. Thank you for sharing your story! This is exactly why I teach CPR/First Aid to new parents. No one should be caught off guard.
    [I'm not trying to sell you on taking a class, I know you know the importance.]

    I'm so glad that there was someone nearby who could help you. I can't imagine the pain of losing a child.

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  12. So very glad to see this happy ending. What a reminder to all of us mamas, and thank you for being bravely sharing.

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  13. WOW. you gave me goosebumps! what an amazing story... so happy everything is ok!

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  14. Wow. Angels, indeed. So glad everything is okay. I'm sending you all moments of peace...and lots more smiles.

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  15. Only love for your family, thank you for sharing such a revealing moment.

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  16. Wow...my heart was beating a mile a minute....I can't imagine your panic and the immense emotion you must have gone through then and even now as you retell it. I am SO glad it all turned out ok.

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  17. Thank God! So so thankful for the way this ended. i am truly moved - thanks for sharing. Building the cot now.

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  18. Angels are definitely among us. I am so glad that they were there with you that day.

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  19. Praise be.

    I'm so glad things turned out the way they did, that that beautiful little boy is OK.

    Thank you for being courageous, for telling your story.

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  20. I just wanted to say how brave I know you are for posting this. How comforting it must be for those of us who have errored at times and how amazing your story truly is. Angels guarding? Absolutely.

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  21. Angels indeed. My heart caught in my throat reading this. I am so very thankful for you that it had a happy ending. And so very grateful to you for posting this. Though I'd heard it's something that shouldn't be done I thought that was only WITH the parents sleeping in bed as well.
    I thank God that you and your family are ok, that your angels were there with you, and that you still have that lovely little angel-monkey to watch grow up.

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  22. Thank god he was okay. How terrifying!

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  23. Oh my goodness. Chills everywhere. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up my daughter (who is a light sleeper) because I *had* to check on her. For the exact reason you've stated. Sometimes, there are angels among us. And we must listen to them. Someone has your back, mama. Your little boy has something important to do on this earth. May angels continue to watch over him. Sending love and light.

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  24. Thank goodness that Angel moved you when it did. I'm so sorry you had to endure that terrifying ordeal but so very happy that you and you littlest monkey are safe and sound.

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  25. I'm so sorry that you went through this and thanking God that all is OK. We've all had a 'lax' parenting moment and you sharing your ordeal has shaken me to be 'not so lax'.

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  26. Thank God for His Angels watching over your son. Thank you for sharing. I hope those with newborns are listening and learn from your ordeal.

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  27. Your little one and your fam will be in my thoughts and prayers. Hope he is back home with you soon!

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  29. @anonymous-
    Regardless of whether this exact story happened a lot of babies die this way.

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  31. Erin, I'm so sorry! I'm glad that he is OK and you guy missed such a close call. I know that had to be so scary to experience. I'm glad he's back in your arms where he belongs.

    @anonymous, please go troll somewhere else. That's just rude to attack someone about such a personal, heart wrenching experience.

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  32. Oh my goodness, Erin, what a horrible thing to have happen! I'm so glad the angels were watching over you - this could happen to anyone. Absolutely not your fault.

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  33. Oh wow, I am so sorry about this. I am so glad you had angels with you that day. May they continue to be with you. I am also glad to here your little boy is doing well.

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  34. Wow. Praise God. I'm so happy your little angel made it. What a horrifying experience. Thank you for bravely sharing your story!

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  35. i was so horrified as i started readin, but thank god it turned out ok, i am guilty of this since my son was about 5 months he has been in my bed ans still is, hes almost 2. i guess we all get so exhausted that we know the only way they will sleep and you will sleep is in your bed. but ts just scared the hell out of me my stomache hurts thinking how lucky we are. im so glad your baby is ok!

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  36. Oh, I cannot stop the tears in my eyes right now. You are truly blessed. Just to get up as you did to check on your son, up until now you know that he's okay. I have not gone through this myself, but I experienced it through your words.

    Your story has really touched me, and I will be holding my daughter a little more closer today. God Bless you.

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