My miracle boy

So two years ago tomorrow, February 12th, was one of the most horrifying day's of my life as a mother. I have not talked about it much because it is really hard for me and remembering it brings the same fear and pain as that very day.

My mom had both of my kids while I was at school and she had gotten them McDonald's kids meals and taken them to her house to help Caralynn work on her Valentines for preschool. I got home from school to find both kids in good moods eating their chicken nuggets. Braeden got done and wanted to go outside and play. The first thing that we always do when we get to my parents house is close and lock the pool gate. That day however my parents were having brick placed in their back yard and my mother had told the men that if they opened the pool gate they needed to shut and lock it after them. My mom had closed the gate before she had left with the kids earlier. So Braeden put his shoes on and opened the door to go outside. I looked at the pool gate and my mom said it was already closed. The workers had gone on lunch, so no worries.

Caralynn started whining and she wanted to go outside as well. I got her socks and shoes and started putting them on when my mom looked over at me and said "I haven't heard Braeden, go check on him." I didn't think much of it and told her he was probably over playing in the playhouse. She insisted that I go check on him. I stood up from putting Caralynn's shoes on and looked at the window. Both of the dogs were inside of the pool area. My heart immediately sunk. I opened the door and looked closer to see my baby boy floating on his back in the pool. All I remember is screaming "My Baby" and jumping in the pool. He was trying so hard to kick. I grabbed him and put him on the pool deck. My mom had ran outside with the phone. I jumped out of the pool and she grabbed him and started stripping off his clothes. I called 911 and she took him over to the pool table and started doing compressions. He started throwing up water, which was a good sign. Then he started passing out though, my mom wrapped him up in blankets and took him inside to her bed. The paramedics got their very quickly and they took his body temperature and it was 86%. My poor baby was going unconscious and blue. My mom went in the ambulance with him. I sat on the kitchen floor, soaking wet, and sobbed. Caralynn was in shock, she came over and sat with me.

Braeden had to stay in the hospital overnight for observation and a few days later got pneumonia, but he was alive. One of the firefighters said that their is a 1/10,000 chance of him falling on his back instead of his tummy, and with the amount of clothes that he had on he should have been at the bottom of the pool.

This time of my life was very hard for me, I was getting divorced and my life was in complete shambles. I think that the Lord helped put my priorities into perspective for me. I know that the Lord helped my sweet baby turn on his back and I know that he gave my mother the inspiration to go out and check on him. It hit me hard to see how distant I had gotten from the spirit that his own mother couldn't feel the prompt to check on him. I know the Lord knew I could not lose my little boy and I know that he helped save my child. I am so deeply grateful for my heavenly Father and his constant "supervision" in my life. I am so grateful for my mom and how in touch with the spirit that she is. I am grateful for my sweet Caralynn and the joy that she brings me daily. I am blessed to have her. Braeden, my sweet boy, I am so lucky and blessed to have you in my life. You truly are a miracle.