Sometimes life throws us curves without any warning. Corben, our 3 1/2 week old grandson, spent 4 hours in Emergency last night. He was having a difficult time breathing, and at one point even looked blue. He laid there like he was dead. He couldn't even cry. Talk about being a heart stopper! This was all at home before my wife and daughter rushed him to the hospital. After that, I was home alone, and called our other children to let them know what was going on. I thought for sure I would be receiving a call from my wife saying he had died. I was so nervous waiting at home that I could barely concentrate enough to pray for God's help. The scariest part was and is that there is a whooping cough outbreak in the county we live in. Babies are very susceptible to whooping cough. The strange part was, Corben hadn't been coughing, and as far as we know, hadn't been exposed to it.
To make a long story short, Corben is fine. The doctor in the Emergency Department had to suction out mucous and, pardon the expression, baby throw-up. Somehow all of his passage ways had become completely clogged up. The doctor showed our daughter what to do in case it happened again during the night. He took an x-ray just to be sure nothing was going on in his lungs. Corben came home alert and looked like nothing had ever happened. What a relief! It's incredible how much you can love a little baby after such a short time in your life. Life is such a miracle! To me, watching a baby be born and become a little person is absolute proof that there is a God.