My Heart Stopped

Two years ago today my heart stopped, along with Daniel's and my mom's for about 20 minutes.
It was Wed March 5, 2008. I was student teaching at Sky View High, the trimester had just changed and it was the 2nd day of new students. It was third hour- reading time had just finished and we were getting ready to take a quiz (what a mean teacher I was, a quiz on the second day). I didn't carry my cell phone with me during the day because I got after my students so much I didn't want to be a bad example. I heard my cooperating teacher's phone keep ringing but didn't think anything of it. Then the secretary can across on the intercom- that I had an urgent phone call to take in the teachers office. I ran to my office and grabbed my keys and ran back to his office opened the door, picked up the phone and heard words that I NEVER hope to hear again in my life. My sister Jami told me Cinch wasn't breathing and was non-responsive, my mom (who was watching Cinch at our cottage) had called the ambulance and he was going to the ER.

My heart dropped. I don't know how I even replied. I hung up- trying to figure out what to do with 35 students. I dismissed them to the greenhouse and to get to work and went searching for my cooperating teacher. I finally found him- explained what was happening and went running for my car.

Phone in hand I called Daniel- he was at work in Paradise and usually didn't get phone service but he did that day. He had actually answered a call from my mom a few minutes before and had briefly heard two words- Cinch & ambulance. He got in his truck- muddy snow boot and chinks on and started driving to town. When he answered the phone he tired to calm me- I was hysterical. I didn't understand why. Cinch had been sick and had to stay a week in NICU when he was born- he had just had his blessing three days earlier- Why would the lord take him away from my now. I didn't understand at all.

I got the the ER and ran in- I had somehow beat the ambulance to the hospital. When Cinch got there- he was breathing again- somewhere between the pass off from my mom to the paramedics- he just started. They ran tests and xrays on him but nothing too much was found. He had 4 of the worst diapers with in the 2 hours in the hospital. Something was going on in his body- but nothing they could diagnosis.
We went home and tried to calm down my mom- I don't know who was more upset- me or her. I spent Thursday & Friday at home with Cinch that week before I headed back to finish student teaching. Thankfully he has only done this to us 2 more times. And I say that is enough. Seeing your son laying gray, purple not breathing-- it's something a mom will never forget. The doctors showed us how to help him breath again if it should ever happen again- before calling the ambulance and it has worked so far. I pray my heart will never have to stop like that again and will ever be grateful for my mom for taking care of my little boy that day.