This is a true story that happened a long, long time ago in a land far, far away. I was going to post this on Facebook but it is too sad to post there.
Back in 1941 my mother had her first son named Robert. He was a dream come true and she was so happy to have a son. However, her son died suddenly in his crib when he was only six weeks old. The doctors told her that she could never have another child, she would never become pregnant again, it just was not possible.
Many years later she had a son with her second husband. It was a miracle baby! When her little boy slept in his crib she used to put a mirror under his nose to see if he was still breathing. Would history repeat itself? Would fate cause this baby to die as well?
When her son was three years old he became deathly ill, his temperature was climbing, and he could not breathe. The family doctor came to the house and told them to immediately get the boy to the emergency room and he escorted them to the hospital – which fortunately was about a half mile away. They put the young boy in an oxygen tent but both his lungs were filling with fluid. The doctors told my mother there was no hope in sight, there was no way to save her little boy.
Yes, history was repeating itself and she was going to lose her second son. She must have thought she was cursed.
However, there is a happy ending to this story. After spending five days and five nights in the oxygen tent the little boy survived. That little boy who nearly died is the same person who is typing this post. I never asked my mother to relive that entire experience so we never discussed how she felt and what she thought. Someday perhaps I can learn all the details when I see my mother and my brother Robert in heaven.