For the first 3 weeks of my granddaughter, LakeLynn Lyric's life, everything was beautiful. She seems healthy and is a very alert baby. (when she isn't sleeping, which she does a lot). Yesterday we were celebrating her 3 weeks out of the womb, discussing how time had flown, and just loving her and thankful that she is in our lives. Then last night, in just a moment while being bathed, LakeLynn Lyric stopped. breathing. My daughter, Katarina screamed that she wasn't breathing and my wife, Theresa ran over and grabbed her, turned her over, patted her on the back, until a little water came and she coughed and started to breath. Then she stopped breathing and was very quiet, then started again, but something was wrong. In a millisecond, so many thoughts rushed through my mind, as I realized she might not make it. We all rushed her to the vehicle, called 911, drove like a bat out of (that scary place), until we met the First Responders at a predetermined place, waited for the ambulance that took her to the hospital, and they admitted her for observation and are keeping her another night for the same, but she seems to be fine. I am so thankful that she is still with us, but in the same situation many times, the results are much different. This once again drives home to me, we have no promise of another second. We need to be good to each other, speak nicely to one another, and above all, love one another, because we really do not know when the next breath will not happen.
May all that read this feel the love.