When my son was just three weeks old, I experienced a very scary moment that left me terrified. I didn’t know how I would ever let go of the fear of losing him. But I did. Finding strength during trials isn’t easy, but it is possible. Here’s what I learned.
After I found out I was pregnant with my first, I had my fair share of nightmares.
First I had miscarriages–again and again and again.
Then I got in car crashes and lost him.
Next he was born stillborn.
Then he was born with major health problems.
After that, he got stung by a scorpion in his crib.
And then he choked on his spit up and stopped breathing. Only this time, it wasn’t a dream. It was real.
Watching Our Kids Go Through Pain
The day before, I’d found out he had gastroesophageal reflux disorder (GERD). He was fine. We got him on some meds, but basically he cried a lot–especially after feedings–because he was in pain.
As a parent, it’s so hard to watch your kids cry because they’re hurting. You want SO badly to be going through the pain instead of them. But you have to sit there and watch them suffer. And hold them tight, trying to make it all better, even though you can’t.
With the GERD, he spit up a lot. And because his tiny throat and nose were so close together, he tended to spit up through his nose. He was always fine. We’d had a couple slightly scary times, but nothing too big of a deal. We were always able to clear it out quickly with a bulb syringe.
But one day after I fed him, I settled him angled upright as instructed to do after he ate. I wanted to make sure if he spit up, he’d be fine. A little while later, he got fussy. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms. Finally, he fell asleep. A few minutes later, I heard him spit up. I sat him upright and grabbed his burp cloth to clean him up.
When I looked back down at him, I noticed he wasn’t breathing. I began to pat him on the back. He still wasn’t breathing. I reached over to my nightstand to get his syringe to clear out his nose passageway, only to find that it was gone. I glanced at the floor and saw it ripped to shreds by my dog.
By this point he was purple and I was becoming hysterical. I kept imagining the worst. I thought I was going to watch my sweet, three-week-old son die in my arms. I searched through my diaper bag, found the safety kit, unzipped it, pulled out a second syringe–all while still patting him on the back. Then I tried to use the syringe, only to realize it was a cheap one that didn’t work at all. I continued to pat his back and prayed like crazy. Finally, he coughed and started to breathe again.
And then came the tears.
From both of us.
I immediately called my husband bawling. He soothed me as I soothed our son.
For weeks, I couldn’t get the look on my son’s face out of my mind. It kept replaying over and over again. It was easily one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me–if not the scariest.
My Scary Moment Had a Happy Ending–I Know Not All Do
We’re going to go through hard times. We’re going to have to deal with fear. We’re going to be handed some tough stuff. And not all of these scenarios will have the happy ending my experience above did.
Some will end with the worst possible scenario we can imagine. Some will be so difficult we’re sure we won’t be able to pull ourselves out of them, to take another step forward. I don’t want to speak to those scenarios, since that wasn’t my experience. I can’t tell that story and I’m not going to pretend that I can. If that’s your story, my heart goes out to you.
The Lesson I Learned
Filling the Gaps
And with a lot of prayer, I was able to do just that. I took a deep breath, I gathered up all my strength, and I prayed with everything I had for Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ to fill in the gaps.
And they did.
With our Father in Heaven and our loving brother, Jesus Christ, by our side, we can get through hard things. All we have to do is try our best, even if our best is barely being able to get out of bed. We give what we can, then pray, and He will fill the gaps. He’ll send the strength we need to keep going. Christ will carry us until we can stand on our own two feet again.
So if you’re going through something tough, lean on Him. Give Him your best, however simple that may be, and let Him carry you through. He’s always there for you. Let Him in.
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