Last Sunday happened so quickly that it all seems so blurred.
Gabe, the boys, and I decided to have a quiet evening at home and declined an invitation to have supper with my mami and papi. I wanted to make sure we could stick to October #Unprocessed.
Knowing they would be grilling outdoors, I’m sure they would be serving some bread or condiments that might not qualify.
Mid-afternoon, I felt tired. Lagging in energy.
However, I knew I had to harvest some vegetables from the garden, snap some pics to meet my deadline for this space and prep for my college courses that I had to teach in the coming week.
I hurried out with Nehemiah to the garden where he helped me pick beans, cherry tomatoes and pull carrots.
He didn’t want to smile for pictures that day.
He was tired as well and after the thrill of ripping vegetables from the Earth in delight to see what shape they’d reveal subsided, he didn’t want to stand still for pictures.
I reminded him why I allowed him to skip a nap. To help me with my pictures.
I took these instead.
We came home and Nehemiah jumped onto the couch where his heavy laden eyes shut instantly. He was so tired that I couldn’t force myself to wake him to wash his hands.
Gabe and the boys were out and I wished to be resting as well. However, I now had beans to shuck, an #unprocessed supper to think about and classes to prep for.
Ezekiel woke from his nap and excitedly joined me in shucking beans.
In the good nature of social media, I posted what we were doing to instagram.
Nehemiah awoke and in a much better mood, joined us as well.
I was enjoying myself with the boys when I asked them what they wanted for supper.
It was getting late so when Nehemiah said, “white rice,” I jumped up and said, “that sounds good to me!”
I decided on homemade, naturally sweetened, sweet and sour meatballs over white basmati rice.
Both boys wanted to help me prepare supper.
Together, we mixed our beef with breadcrumbs, onions, parsley and garlic. We seasoned them with salt and pepper and rolled them into “kid sized” balls.
Nehemiah was making tiny ones for his school lunch. Zekie had enough and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Soon after, I started to brown the meatballs while the boys took off to the living room to have snacks with Dad.
My mind was going back and forth on what needed to be accomplished that week.
The meatballs had finished browning and I had just started to simmer them in the sweet and sour sauce when I heard Gabe scream, “Diana!”
When I ran out to Gabe I saw Ezekiel chocking on something.
Gabe screamed to me that he had eaten a cherry tomato and it wouldn’t come out.
Ezekiel has had a problem with getting food stuck in his throat since he was a baby. This has happened before and he usually coughs it up quickly.
This time was different, he couldn’t.
I could hear him gasp for air. I took him and threw him over my lap and started to slap his back.
He was trying to vomit it out but he couldn’t, so I screamed to Gabe, “Call 911!”
He called emergency and soon started performing the Heimlich on Zekie.
His poor little body was gasping for air when I looked at him and could see his face start to turn blue and his body slowly starting to fall limp.
At that moment I remember Gabe crying, “NO ZEKIE!”
I turned around and realized Nehemiah was watching the entire thing and crying.
I cried out to God for mercy to please save my little boy.
The woman on the phone told Gabe to put Zekie on his side on the ground where he was able to catch a few breaths of air.
As soon as he did that, Nehemiah screamed, “they’re here!”
I ran outdoors and screamed, “help my baby!” In that moment my reality was whirling around me.
They immediately ran in and told us he was getting air and that was a good sign. They also told me to compose myself as I had to be there for my child.
They rushed him to the ambulance. Gabe immediately pulled Nehemiah and I aside and started to pray over our family.
As soon as I joined Ezekiel in the ambulance I had to hold an oxygen mask to his little mouth and started to console him as his eyes kept battering open and close.
He was struggling for air and all I wanted was to hear him breath. The paramedics assured me he would be okay but to keep talking to him.
I looked at him and reminded him one day we would visit Mickey’s house. He’d see Buzz and Lighting McQueen.
We’d eat cheeseburgers and watch movies.
As I was talking to him I started to pray to God.
I prayed that he would take the tomato out. I prayed that he would save my little boy.
I prayed for the Holy Spirit to fill me.
At that moment I felt His presence. The Lord was revealing how fragile our lives are. How limited in days they are.
He was telling me, “Here’s your son. Spend the time that you can with him NOW!”
I literally cried out, “I promise Lord! Please, Save My Son!”
As soon as that happened, we pulled up to the hospital. I saw Zekie look at me and he tried to sit up.
The paramedics wheeled him out and right when I stepped out of the ambulance I heard them say, “Hey, he’s got something in his mouth.”
I took a look at Zekie, and saw him take a huge breath in while the paramedics pulled out the rest of the tomato.
We hadn’t even gotten into the emergency room.
I prayed, “Thank you. Thank you my Lord.”
A Time to Slow Down
At the end, Ezekiel has recovered 100%. I praise the Lord he never stopped breathing. The situation may have turned out differently.
We did learn that Ezekiel has enlarged tonsils that have been the cause of his constant choking and snoring. We will be meeting with the ear, throat and nose doctor soon to start planning on getting them removed.
He did enjoy the extra attention and I enjoyed snugging with my child on his overnight stay in the hospital.
On my stay at the hospital, I kneeled down on the floor in the bathroom and cried out in gratitude to God.
It’s still very difficult for me to think about. Our home church has been praying for us in recovering from the “what could have happened.”
I don’t think I’ll ever lose the visions of everything that happened that night but I’m so grateful that God saved my son and has allowed me to come out of it renewed.
Renewed in his love to be there for my children. Really be there.
I can be very hard on myself. I’m trying to just make sense of it all and at the same time, be obedient.
September was an incredibly busy month for me. With teaching school, writing for a couple of other websites, a wedding cake and pies that I catered, my own blog, harvesting, preserving, trying to keep up with housework and be a mom and wife… whew, you can see, I was overwhelmed.
I started to think about it. I haven’t been on vacation for over a year and have been doing the All American thing… working, working, working.
Well, that’s not the end of it, lol!!
A New Life
Through all of this, late Monday night, Gabe and I found out we are expecting our third child.
What made this entire ordeal so difficult is that I knew I was pregnant. I just knew it.
When I saw my youngest turn blue and start to limp, thoughts started to come over me. I honestly thought I may be having to lay a child to rest while at the same time prepare for a new life.
I wanted to die.
Praise God that I don’t have to even go there and I know he’ll help me get through the “what if’s.”
I just thank God for my children and my family. After experiencing all of this, nothing else really seems to matter.
I know I can be incredibly hard on myself and that seasons of busyness will pass but the Holy Spirit likes to remind me of that acronoym.
I now have a third child to plan for. A new life to care for.
I do ask that you keep me in prayer that the stress from that day wasn’t overwhelming to the new life inside of me.
A Simple Life
Right now, I just want to really live a simple life. One in which life is enjoyed by the smiles on their faces.
A life enjoyed by spending time outside in the real world.
Through this I’m considering going back to school to become an elementary school teacher being able to spend my summers abroad in Spain with my children on the beaches of Chipiona.
Yeah… I like the sounds of that.
For now, I’m going to keep on blogging on Spain in Iowa. To share with you my journey in good food, family and a life worth living.
But I’m thinking, that’s it.
Keeping this space for the pleasure of writing and creating.
Because God, the ultimate creator has given us all the gift of creativity and isn’t it beautiful?
So, I’m burning my editorial calendar and I’ll post as the Lord leads.
Have a beautiful weekend.