A parents nightmare! and learning to forgive and accept that accidents happen. On August4 2004, my little boy (Anthony)had nearly drowned at his grandmas house, me and his dad was both at work, grandma was watching the kids there was a part of me was wanting to leave work early that day didnt know why, but was telling myself that my boyfriend would be getting off soon and would go to the kids but at 2:40 his sister showed up at my work the only thing she could say was Anthony she was having an anxiety attack, plus she the type to overreact to so it really didnt strike then but grandma knows cpr plus she has nursing experience, it when i seen firstresponders come up to the stopsign, i stopped and them go by and all the way home i started to pray to the man above that my little boy was going to be okay. I pulled up and the first thing i heard from my eight yr old son was Anthony is dead, my heart just fell, I ran back to the pool, but could not get close to him with everyone working on him. Anthony had escaped from everyone and had climbed the ladder to the pool and had fallen in he was there for at least 7 min his 11 yr old aunt found him and pulled him out and the 16 yr old aunt started cpr adn the 8 yr old unle and 8 yr old brother went to get grandma which had a phone call she ran out and took over cpr and the r14 yr old uncle called 911 and put it on speaker so grandma could talk in between breaths. When i got there Anthony had no pulse nor breathing, when first responders took over the kids were trying to get dads info to call him at work i couldnt even think straight it took me 10 mins to dial the number wright then not thining couldn reception on the cell phone which thats what i called which i believe the man above had a hand in it i got him as he was clocking out and all i could get out was Anthony was dead, our baby. When I had gotten back outside they Had Anthony breathing and lifeflight was landing in my field. All I could say is how could this have happen to our little boy. Dad got there when lifeflight was lifting off not knowing the true condition of our son we were off to the hospital an hour away we got there they had already put chest tubes in him and bucklling him back down to lifeflight him to another hospital which was an hour an half away, but we got to talk to him and give him kisses and to let him know that we were there. i had asked to ride with lifeflight both time but they told me that there was not enough room. We got to Springfield MO and it seemed like forever (2Hours) before a doc had came out and talked to us, we were preparing for the worst. He had told us that had to put another chest tube in and ran alot of test he still had brain activity, that was a good sign. Anthony is now diagnosed with Anoxic Brain Injury and say that he will regain about 80% back, but after 2 weeks there they had told us they coukd no more for our little boy they were transfering to Kansas City MO Anthony has alot of posituring where in KC we were there for another 12 weeks duing therapys but Anthony was gaining so they sent us home on November 12, Anthonys first time being home since the accident. Everbody ask where i get my support i get from my communitty, when anthony was released to come home there was a small problem there was no where for to getr therapy no one had any experince with his condition they told me that they could not release him in tell there was i got on the phone to a local hospital in Cassville MO and they said they have no experince but willing to take the challenge and learn. Anthony is reaching three next month and is having to go to the public school, and having to say goodbye to everyone that has been with him from the beging thats the hardest part. They have brought Anthony along way from being blind to seeing bout 75% of his vision, to stiff as a board to rolling all over the floor and playing with his littler brothers, its truly a miracle that we have our little boy. BUT the hardest part of it all is that how to forgive my fiance mother for letting it happen. The thing that keeps me going and not to give hope is that every morning we get up and he smiles at me when i talk to him, and that tells me that my little boy is still here.

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