Breathe!

My son is a fighter! I knew this since he was in my belly.

When he was in a coma this January, my friends kept telling me. "He is Strong, a fighter. He has a purpose in this world. He will be ok". I wanted to believe this. I believe in his strength; I had faith he would make it. However, fear is an exhilarating feeling. It takes over any rational thought. It cripples your mind, body, and soul.

On January 22nd, the respiratory specialist came in. They informed me they were going to attempt to remove the ventilator. The doctors were not sure he could breathe on his own.

As they took the ventilator off, my sister and I held our breath. They told me they would try for a few seconds to see how he reacted. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi. The nurse turned to us and said, "he is breathing on his own" I took a deep breath and felt life come back into my body. The ventilator was off! He was breathing! He was living on his own!