Our seemingly healthy 11-year-old son fell in our driveway three short years ago today.
An hour later, in an emergency room, his heart stopped.
I remember organized chaos, booming voices and noises in a room overflowing with medical personnel.
And I remember feeling that everything was in slow motion…almost like a dream – a dream that quickly became a nightmare from which I would never awake.
We watched as strangers fought ferociously to save our child – a child they did not know.
A breathing tube was forced down his throat.
Resuscitation of his heart was in full force.
And desperately seeking answers, they slit open our son’s abdomen from his sternum to his pelvis.
Twelve long minutes of resuscitation and a multitude of other procedures from a medical team who did not – who would not- give up on our son, brought him back to us.
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