Almost four years ago, October 2000, I was in the process of discharging a newborn and her mom from the PP unit I worked on. The baby starting having seizures, though at the time, I didn't know it, having never seen an infant seize before!! Well, to make a very long story a little shorter, the baby was having seizures from hypoglycemia, had a BS of 7 when we admitted her to NICU.
After two weeks of tests, she was diagnosed with Beckwith-Wiedmann Syndrome.
The family lived more than an hour away from the hospital, and had the baby not had that seizure as I was removing security bands, she would have died in the car on the way home.
Her mother credited me with saving the baby's life, and vowed I would see every birthday, and every major event for rest of her life!
Yesterday, I had the utmost pleasure of watching that beautiful little girl dance in her first dance recital. I cried watching her dance on that stage, and was in awe, that this was the same child that scared me to death that day almost four years ago.
I have always had my faith and belief in God, but I truly believe that it was God who saved her life that day, it just happens that I was the one there!
Her mom and I still talk about the 'what if's', it's hard not to. But, we both agree, that things happen for a reason.
