When Mom was pregnant with David, she haemorrhaged and we thought she had had a miscarriage. As my Dad rushed her to the hospital, he hurriedly told me what happened and asked me not to tell my siblings. There was a reason for this. It was 2 or 3 days before our big family reunion and one part of the family was coming in that evening. He didn’t want the others to worry. He wanted them to enjoy our cousins that live at a distance and we don’t get to see very often. I cried buckets but somehow managed to hide them from my sisters. (Well, except for Caroline asking one time, “Are you crying?!” What are you talking about, you goose?) I had wanted this baby so bad! I LOVE babies! I was heartbroken at the thought of that little baby dead. Our family arrived and I quietly told my aunt and uncle what had happened. Their response: “Your mom is pregnant?!” I guess they missed the memo. When my Dad came home a while later, I was in another room. All I heard was, “The baby’s okay!” I think that is the only time in my life that I have literally fallen on my knees and thanked God! I was so very, very thankful!!! As it turned out, Mom had to stay on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy and some months later a healthy, tall baby boy was born. I praised the Lord for His goodness to me!
David is THE baby. He has the funniest, cutest way of asking for things that he almost always gets it. Come on, just look at those dimples. Who could refuse them?!
On February 29, 2012, I sat David at the computer so he could play his ‘special school’ games. A minute later, I walked over to find him slumped against the back of the chair and his arms were jerking. His face was turning purple. “Mom, come here!” Caroline casually walked over to see what was going on. “Coming!’ called Mom, but it didn’t sound like she was moving real fast, so Caroline and I yelled together, “NOW!” She ran in. We originally thought he was choking because I had given him a piece of bread and it was sitting on the desk near him. Mom told me to go get Dad who just “happened” to be home that week. As I was coming with him, Mom yelled, “Call 911!” Dad grabbed the phone while Mom gave David the Heimlich to get him to breathe.
Rebecca came in the room and after one glance at what was going on, she ran sobbing to her room. I ran after her and hugged her as we cried together. We prayed over and over again for God to protect David and help us. I had to leave her to help Mom. The ambulance was on its way and David was semi-conscious. It was at this moment that I gathered my wits and remembered that I had set MY bread on the desk when I found him in the chair. He wasn’t choking. He tried to walk but just stumbled around. Just as the EMTs entered our house, he lost consciousness. The thing that settled me the most was when they walked in the room. They asked what his name was and then while listening to his heart one said, “Hi David! We’re here to take care of you.” They quickly took him in the ambulance with Mom and Dad followed in the van. At that moment, I stopped crying. I knew that I was in charge now and if I was an emotional wreck, Becca and Bethany would be too. Caroline was the worst -she loves David very much. I called our dearest friend to tell her but I had to leave a message. I then called our pastor and his wife. At the time, they lived right down the road from us and she came right over to talk to Caroline. Then she sent it through our church’s prayer chain. And some other friends sent it through the homeschool group prayer chain and their churches’ prayer chains. And it seemed that within 15 minutes, everyone in the county knew about David. There were so many wonderful and concerned calls from friends to tell us they were praying for us and if we needed anything, just to call.
Through many tests, we found out that David had a seizure. For a while, I felt kind of guilty that I hadn’t remembered right away that the bread sitting there was mine. I knew David would have bruises from the Heimlich Maneuver. I felt like that until Mom told me that one of the doctors told her that that helped him to breathe again.
While he was in the hospital and after he was moved to one farther away, Caroline and I took care of the girls. We slept in the living room together at night and one night, we spent the night at a good friend’s house. They missed Mom a lot, especially Becca. She is such a Mommy’s Girl! But there were lots of calls to Mom (even with the cell phone breaking in the middle of all this) and we kept ourselves busy to keep their minds from worrying. He spent 2 days in the hospital.
David has had many seizures since that day. In fact, he had one just three days after he got out of the hospital. This time he spent four days in the hospital and we were able to visit one evening. It was so nice to see him and give him lots of kisses and hugs. He hasn’t had another one that caused him to stay in the hospital. With each seizure, they kept increasing his medicine dose. Finally, now, 6 months later, we have completely controlled all seizures and seizure activity. Praise the Lord!
It was quite an ordeal. In fact, even as I write this I am crying. But God is good! He’s always in control! I can see ways that we have grown closer together because of this and I praise the Lord for it!
When I look at David, I praise the Lord. I praise Him that He gave David to us and that He protected him through the seizures. This serves to remind me every day of the preciousness of life. It reminds me of the miracle of life.