Well today, I feel like writing about an adventure that I had, it was the most terrifying and eye opening moments in my life. This event happened about 2 weeks ago. Around 02:45 pm. I knew my wife was going to be making it home soon. I thought I would get the kids all cleaned up, and changed and looking good, and get some laundry out of the way. I have two children, two boys, and one that is four, and the other that is eleven months. So I placed them in the bath, while they where bathing I had an idea to sort some laundry, real quick, after all, the two boys play all the time in the bath. This is where it gets bad; I stepped away for about 3 to 5 minutes. Upon my return my youngest son was face down in the water, turning blue! I picked him up, and saw the same rolled back eyes, the limp body, and the expression less face. I thought HE WAS DEAD. As my mind raced, two things exploded to the forefront of my thinking, I have to get him to breath, I have to call 911! So I gave him one rescue breath, which he promptly expelled some vomit and water, and I began to run outside to find someone to call 911 for me. I found someone, asked them to call 911 for me. This lady dropped her phone, and attempted to assist me as I placed my son on the lawn and continued to breath for him. I distinctly remember, her trying to help me with my son, I said “NO!!! You need to call 911!!” in a very forceful manner. So I continued to breath for him, in between breaths I would scream his name “ADAM!!” I heard him take a breath, on his own, by this time the fire department arrived, and chastised me for the situation, they tried to give him an OPA (Oral Pharyngeal Airway) which he rejected, which made my heart sing. Soon after an ambulance arrived, I saw two of my co-workers; my wife arrived home around this time. So she went to the hospital with my son. They arrived at San Joaquin Hospital, where they stabilized him, and flew him out to Valley Children’s Hospital.

        & nbsp;   Before we got to the hospital, I had too much adrenaline, and I couldn’t cry, even though I knew I wanted to. It wasn’t until I got to the hospital, that I began to loose my self. For I though that I had killed my son, or severely damaged my son’s brain.

        & nbsp;   Several hours later, we arrived at Valley Children’s Hospital. I was very afraid, to what the doctors would tell me. I remember telling my self, that if I killed my son, or damaged him so badly, that I would kill my self.

        & nbsp;   The moment came to see my son, he had IV’s sticking out, electrodes, oxygen sensors, and he was intubated. So I went to his side, and just stroked his little hairy head, they told me to be careful, not over stimulate him, his medications might be wearing off. I couldn’t help my self I just wanted to touch my son. He opened his eyes, they where dilated so large they looked almost all black. Upon seeing me he did something that changed my life, we reached up to me, and fought the respirator and the tube, so the staff alerted the doctor, they took it out. He was very weak, but I saw, that yes my son is still in that brain!

        & nbsp;   To make a long story, a little shorter, he was back to normal, in about 3 days, like nothing happened to him. He’s back home, playing, and screaming and eating, and all around stressing my life, but I like the stress he gives me, lol. I’m glad he’s home. Phew, not sure why I felt like writing that, but I must say it has been a stressful time; so writing for me has been a luxury. I hope to write several more entries, on how this has affected me, and changed and even strengthened my convictions in my beliefs, or lack thereof. See ya! Oh, and WATER SAFETY! I heard it from everyone, from the hospital staff, to the social worker, to my family. As I rightly deserve, so be aware, of toilets, and buckets, and pools. Very scary things