I was a Junior in HS..school got out at 2:20 and I rushed to my car every day to get to work on time..
This day was no different...yet...When I got out to my car my phone rang..it was the guy who worked for my moms in home daycare..
"Amber, JJ was just rushed from here to the hospital in an ambulance.."
"What?!"
I immediately started balling my eyes out and couldn't catch my breath..
"What happened?? Is he ok?? Where's my mom??"
He filled me in on a horrifying story..
My mom had sneaked out of her back door so JJ wouldn't see her leave..he had major separation anxiety..
On this day he knew what she was up to and followed her without anyone knowing. He was 2 years old, could barely walk, and was only wearing a little t-shirt and diaper when it was below freezing outside.
The guy that called me was supposed to be watching him but hadn't gone upstairs to check on him for at least 45 minutes..
My poor bubby was outside all alone for 45 minutes before they even noticed!!
When my mom came home they both realized it and ran outside to find him..by now an hour had passed..
my mom called everyone she knew...our neighbors, or church friends, and even the cops, fire fighters, and helicopters...JJ was no where to be found...
About an hour longer a police man had found JJ...he had wondered all the way down the creek behind our house, fell down a 20 foot water fall, and was soaking wet and ice cold...he wasn't responsive to anything, and my mom was completely in shock..she rushed to the hospital in the ambulance with him, begging him to hold on..
This couldn't be real.
I have never felt the way I felt that day. I tried to gain my composure to drive to the hospital but I just couldn't. I parked at a starbucks and had my best friend pick me up and take me to the emergency room where my brother was all hooked up to IV's and had heated blankets and warm water dripping through his vains to get his body temperature up. He almost froze to death!
The worst thing was that his low body temperature wasn't what we were worried about most...the x-rays showed a crack in his skull...
JJ and I are so close, and when I saw him laying in that bed, he couldn't even smile at me. His face was all tore up and he had machines hooked up all over his body. I told him I loved him more than anything in this world and he was such a big boy and so brave...and he just had to keep on being brave and come back to us...I hugged my mom and went straight to the prayer room where my Mammaw and Papaw and I think my Cousin was...its sort of a blurr because my emotions were so high..
(It is so hard writing this, my tears are all over my keyboard)
I prayed all night long that he would get better, and that this crack in his skull was just a fluke in the machine and that it didn't really exist. I asked God to please just get him through this and I would be the best big sister in the world to him.
He listened. God really listened. And for the first time in my life I KNEW He listened.
The next day, JJ had another MRI to look at the crack, and it was gone.
The doctor's said that maybe because JJ wasn't completely still on the MRI table the first day it made it look like there was a crack, but there never was. I believe that there was a crack, and that with the power of prayer God healed JJ.
To this day JJ has a little scar under his nose..but thats it.
All of the deep scars on his belly and back are gone.
That day is a day that many of us do not like to talk about, but when I do I remember how God saved JJ and how blessed we truely are.
I loved that he was holding a Chicken Nugget and an Oreo...that's my baby brother...