reply to post by cryingindian
It was kinda cheesie to say "if this thread continues...Blah...Blah...Blah."
I'll tell you now my other experience...Aside form the birth of each of my three kids!
My third was unexpected. We went through a troubled pregnancy with him. He was born three months prremature, and was in the Neonatal Intensive Care
Unit for something around the order of 40 days. He was finally of great enough weight to have the professionals at the hospital (God Bless Each and
Every One of them) release his care to my wife and I. He was enjoying life at home for about two weeks when my wife, with her pwerful sense of
"premonition" or motherly knowledge on some higher level, noticed he wasn't "himself."
She took him to the pediactrician, and our regular ped's assistant saw him. She said he should go to see specialists for a "hernia" about an hour
and a half's distance from our house. So we took him.
The pediatric urologist saw him, and explained that it was somewhat normal for him to have a "Hydraseal," which is, in lawman's terms, an opening
in the abdominal cavity through which abdominal fluids are exchanged between the abdomin and the "testical" area.
So we took him home. Mind you, it was another 1 and 1/2 hours before we'd be home.
As we were driving home, my wife, sitting in the back seat with the baby, said he didn't look "right." He was changing from normal coloring to a
"greenish" hue. I stopped and let her check him under non-moving conditions and he seemed to return to "normal."
We made it home, after flooring it the rest of the way. We began talking about when the NICU personnel said to contact them. With premies, body
tempature as a key indicator of problems with health go out the door, it's more likely that a lower body temp would indicate a problem with
infection, etc.
My wife told me that he still wasn't acting quite right, and I told her to call her mom to come watch the 2 older kids, while we araqnged to go to
the NICU at the local hospital for help and reassurance. She called her mom, then the NICU people. And as she did so, I went to warm up the
truck.
When I came up from starting the car, she realized that the baby, who she was holding in her hands, was limp and grey. I immediately took him from
her and laid him on our coffee table. Then took the phone from her and called 911. It was after I was talking to the dispatcher that I had my second
profound experience with the existence of a God. As I'm telling the dispatcher, who seemed too calm to be acting on his end (he probably was at that
point, but just seemed too calm) I heard an audible voice (different from the dispatcher's) yell, "CPR!" I said I'm giving my wife the phone and
that I'd try CPR.
The dispatcher proceeded to tell my wife how to perform CPR, with me always being 2 steps ahead of what she was relaying what the dispatcher had said.
I was trained a while back in CPR, and had never had a refresher or continuation of training for like 8 years. But I acted as if I'd been trained
on infant CPR yesterday. I did it, and HE TOOK A BREATH.
IT WAS LIKE HE WAS BORN A SECOND TIME. What an experience. And to relay it here just solidifies the fact in my mind that there IS a God, and to
think otherwise is both unfortunate and ignorant.
I heard an audible voice yelling at me to do CPR. I don't even think the phone was to my ear when it happened. A lot happened in those few moments,
but I took a rescucited baby and a better understanding of a presence of God away from the experience.
Our third boy is now four years old.