Still Recovering

So, Friday is over with and I honestly couldn't be happier that it now a distant memory. We went into the hospital at about 7:30am and got the kids registered and everything. We were back in the OR waiting area by 8:00 and they had the kids ready to go by 8:30. Brooklynn was first and they took her back and she was in and out in just a few minutes. She was still asleep when they brought her to me and advised me to be ready for the cranky wake up at any minute. Well.....she never even made so much as a whimper. She woke up, wanted some juice and her baby back and she was ready to go. Mason was pretty, well, Mason for the morning and being extremely uncooperative. They decided to give him a hefty dose of versed and it made him so loopy it was funny. He zonked out and they wheeled him back. He was in there for about 35 minutes and then they came wheeling him out and something wasn't right, you could see it in their faces. He was gasping for air and wasn't breathing like he should, they hooked him up to the pulse/ox and his oxygen stats were in the 70s (and that's not good). They had the oxygen mask on him and nothing was happening, so they bagged him and gave him air the old fashioned way. He still wasn't breathing well so they decided to give him a breathing treatment and a shot of a medicine that would reverse the effects of the anesthesia. He started to wake up and they gave him a chest x-ray and noticed some fluid in his lungs. We had to spend most of the day in the hospital being monitored and just making sure he was going to be fine. Well, he is and I am so relieved. It is so scary to sit there a watch them work over your child. It probably wasn't as bad as it felt at the time but I have to give you a back story on why I was so scared. Last Saturday one of my good friends here lost her little 3 month old nephew. They are still not quite sure why. They put him down for a nap and they all fell asleep for about 30 minutes and when they woke up he was blue. Her and her sister worked on him until the paramedics got there and then they took over. The hospital here worked on him for 3 hours and then finally decided it wasn't helping and they pronounced him dead at 2:24 pm. We were and still are so heartbroken that he isn't here longer. They are not LDS and don't have the same perspective that we do. I have tried to comfort them and relay the hope and faith I have that he is now with his Father in Heaven and that Tyrell was needed there for reasons we may not understand at this point. His funeral was today and it is just too hard to think of him. So, as Mason was lying there, not breathing as he should my mind thought of Tyrell and I prayed that my son would be allowed to stay here with me. I know my prayers were answered because as soon as I got off my knees Mason began to cough and breath on his own. I am so grateful that it turned out fine and he is doing good. He has a sore throat and he doesn't like taking his medicine, but I am glad to fight him knowing that he is here and well. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers.