So Blessed

Yesterday we had one of the worst days of our lives. It was about 4:30 PM and I was home with my 3 children as usual. I laid my sweet baby boy down on the couch and took the girls down the hall to change their diapers, like I've done a million times before. When I came back Sam had turned his head toward the back of the couch and was crying. I hurried and picked him up and his arms and legs and face were blue. All I could think was "Please Father, don't take my baby." I was so scared and tried to call James because he gets home around 4:45 but he didn't answer so I called my cousin Niki and I was crying so much all she understood was "come over." I didn't know what to do because he was still breathing but he was limp and his eyes looked glazed so I called his doctor and she told me to call 911. I called them and they asked if he was breathing and stuff and they sent first responders. Within a couple minutes a fireman knocked on the door. He gave Sam oxygen and we tried to get him to respond. Within a few more minutes Niki showed up and took care of the girls and James arrived shortly after the cops and the ambulance. Sams color returned to normal and they checked his heart rate and oxygen levels and he was okay but they took Sam and I to the hospital in the ambulance, James followed in the van. Sam slept the whole way to the hospital which was very unnerving to me but the EMT said it was because he was tired from crying and fighting to free himself. The whole way to the hospital all I could do was pray he would be okay. When we got to the hospital the doctor checked him out and said he was okay because he never completely stopped breathing. We got home around 7:30 after picking up the girls from Niki's. Our neighbors were so sweet to bring us dinner last night and tonight. I'm still feeling a lot of anxiety. Seeing my baby on the verge of death was incredibly traumatizing and I'm having a hard time not blaming myself. I am so greatful that the Lord saw fit not to take him yet. I don't think I would have ever gotten over it if my baby died because I left him on the couch. I truly can't express how grateful I am that he seems perfectly normal today. I don't know why he turned his face to the couch but all I can figure is that he thought he was going to eat. Anytime something touches his cheek he tries to eat it. He loves to eat as you can see from his pictures; he's a big boy. Needless to say Sam is no longer allowed to lay anywhere but his swing, chair and bed unattended. Oh I'm so glad he's okay, Thank You Lord.