The Night God Sent an Angel

The night began like any other. After supper, I played with my two-year-old son, Jason, gave him a bath and then did what I enjoyed most...snuggled up with him for some "rocker time" before putting him to bed.

At 3:30 a.m., I awoke when he came into my bedroom and crawled in by me. Putting my arm around him, I was instantly wide awake. His little body was burning up with a fever. Having been prone to ear infections and high fevers from the time he was an infant, I didn't panic but knew he needed to cool down. I gave him some baby aspirin, took his jammies off and told him he could "sleep in mommy's bed" until morning.

Jason curled up next to me and I put my arm around his tummy. Not a minute later, as we were both lying quietly in the dark, I felt him jump...as if he'd been startled, or perhaps was having a bad dream.

"Jason, are you ok sweetie?" I asked. No answer! "Honey, what's the matter?" Still no answer. It was then I sat up, scooped him into my arms and took him out into the living room to turn on a lamp. What I saw sent shivers down my arms and chest, right into the pit of my stomach!

Holding him under the light, his eyes were wide open but they were terrifyingly vacant. I can't begin to adequately describe his eyes but I somehow knew he wasn't in there! His body was as limp as lettuce and he didn't respond to me in any way.

I then realized he was gagging slightly. Thinking he would be throwing up, I ran with him to the bathroom and held him over the toilet. While nothing came out, I suddenly saw that his lips were turning blue! Complete panic set in by this time and I grabbed the phone and called 911.

While talking to the operator with the phone in the crook my my neck, I bent him forward over my left arm and thrust my right hand into his belly, frantically trying to get him to breath.

What utter joy it was to finally hear him cough. He was finally breathing and I knew he wouldn't die. Just seconds later the EMT's arrived and whisked us off to the hospital.

Hours later as I sat in my son's hospital room watching him sleep, I replayed the drama in my mind. Slowly, goose bumps rose on my arms, but this time not out of fear. The night's events had played out in perfect harmony and I knew God was to be thanked for saving his life.

* Had Jason not come into my room and curled up next to me, I would never have been alerted to the seizure...when his little body jolted. Instead I would have found him dead in his bed in the morning.

* Had I not taken him under the light, I would never have seen his eerily vacant eyes and realized there was a serious problem.

* Had I not heard the gurgling sound and ran to hold him over the toilet, I would not have seen his lips turning blue nor realized he was not breathing.

* Had I not instinctively turned him head down over my arm and pushed in on his tummy while on the phone to 911, his tongue would not have fallen forward unblocking of his throat, thus allowing him to begin breathing on his own again.

Yes, this was one series of events that I knew without any doubt in the world, God had intervened and sent an angel to save my little angel. I will forever be grateful for that one miracle!