Psalm 107
19 Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble,
and He saved them from their distress.
20 He sent forth His Word and healed them;
He rescued them from the grave.
21 Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love
and His wonderful deeds for men.
22 Let them sacrifice thank offerings
and tell of His works with songs of joy.
This is our new theme song.
The Lord has heard our cries as we found Luke at the bottom of a swimming pool at a birthday party. I believe he was there for under 3 minutes. The Lord sent His healing and rescued Luke from the grave.
When he was pulled out of the pool he was not breathing, he was limp. He was dead. Two nurses who were also at the party ran to Luke's side and began trying to administer CPR. His airway was VERY blocked. I was certain that we would not be bringing Luke home. Silas was screaming and crying in the background. I heard people around me SHOUTING to God, praying, begging for His mercy on Luke's life. A peace flooded my body. I told my friend I was as peace with whatever the situation. She told me later that at that moment she felt the peace of God. She left my side and took Hattie and Silas inside. 911 was on the line. EMS was there within 5 minutes. Just before they arrived, I saw my baby take a small breath. Then another. He was still not making eye contact. No talking, but some moaning.
I rode in the front of the ambulance, calling parents and others, Jody followed. Luke slipped in and out of consciousness on the way. He vomitted a lot. He would cry and fight. When we arrived at the ER, Luke made eye contact with me. He was crying. In the ER, he began to answer our questions with little "uh-huh's". Then a few words and names. Then he came back in full swing. Asking questions. Telling the doctor to take the thing off his finger. He said, "Mom, I love you."
He was moved to the PICU where Jody stayed the night with him. He was on oxygen. They were monitoring his oxygen levels and breathing. They did put a tube in his nose down to his stomache to pump out the air. He HATED that. At 2 am he pulled it out. They took him off oxygen. He began eating and was talking the nurses ears off by 6 am.
We are watching him for signs of pnuemonia. But I can tell you my son is Lazuras. It is as if it never happened as far as his health.
When I close my eyes its like a bad dream. I can see it all again. It makes me nauseous. The doctor told us this morning that we are very fortunate. Most cases like ours do not end this way. Most cases do not have people willing/qualified to do CPR at all. I would add that most people do not have people calling out to God, intervening in prayer.
Jody's parents came to be with us for a couple of days. My parents are far away. But I have experienced love and support from people and friends all over. The Lord has shown us his Unfailing Love. I felt like in the midst of it all, I was like the Hebrew boys in the furnace. I know My God can deliver us from this situation, BUT IF HE DOESN'T I will still trust Him. I can trust Him. I KNEW IT. As I thought we had lost our baby, I knew I could STILL TRUST Him. And then the Lord showed Himself to our family like I cannot ever experience again. He gave us Lukey back.
Tonight as we read books Luke gave his usual running commentary. Nothing has ever sounded more beautiful to me than his endless chatter.