Today, the fragility of life came rushing home to me...
Allen was in the big bath with his sister, she was watching him play while I got the get out of bath stuff together. All of a sudden I hear a splash....
I turn around and my baby boy is totally submerged, his eyes wide, and in just that split second it took to make the two steps to the edge of the tub went from thrashing to still. I pulled him up out of the tub and he is not breathing. Although I am sure it was only seconds, it seemed a life time as I tried to remember what to do, my mind blank with fear as his little face went from crimson red to shades of purple. I yelled for my 22 year old. He came on the run...
Be it from first aid training or instinct I don't know, but he wrapped his arms around the baby and squeezed firmly but gently and Allen let out a sputter and then the sweetest wailing cry I think I have ever heard. He handed the baby back to me and stood there holding my baby, trembling and so grateful to God and my older son that a tragedy had been adverted.
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