THE SIX MINUTES OF LIFE

I had been waiting for this moment for nine long months. I had dreamed about it, planned for it, and counted down the days until I would finally hold him in my arms. And now, as I lay in the hospital bed, exhausted but elated, looked down at the tiny bundle cradled against my chest and felt a surge of overwhelming joy.

My baby boy was perfect, with ten fingers and ten toes, and a shock of dark hair that already showed signs of the unruliness that would become his trademark. I felt a rush of love so intense that it brought tears to my eyes, and I knew that I would do anything to protect and care for this little life that was now my responsibility. The room was filled with the sound of a soft lullaby playing on the hospital speakers, Joseph, his father sat beside him, his eyes shining with emotion. They had been through so much to get to this moment -

But now that our son was here, none of that seemed to matter. We were a family, bonded together by the love and joy that we felt for this new life that we had created together. Friends and family members came to visit, bringing balloons and flowers and gifts, and Joseph and I basked in the glow of their shared happiness. They took photos and videos, capturing every moment of our son's first day in the world, and making plans for the future that lay ahead.

As we looked back on that joyful moment of receiving our baby boy, we knew that our lives would never be the same. We had been given a precious gift, and we were committed to cherishing it and nurturing it with all of our hearts. We knew that there would be challenges and difficulties ahead, but we also knew that we would face them together, as a family, with love and joy and the unshakable bond that we had forged on the day that our son was born.Time moved so fast, we celebrated his first birthday with friends and family, and mass officiated by our parish priest...and I knew my son will always be of good health and sound mind. On his second birthday, Ethan , celebrated his big day with a companion...yes..he had a 6 months old sister, Elsa, such a beautiful face and soul...and it was all glory to God Almighty.

It was a typical Sunday morning 3.00 AM when we were awakened by what sounded like giggles and chocking sounds of their 3-year-old son, thrashing and convulsing in his bed. Joseph rushed to Ethan's side and tried to hold and offer him first aid to what looked like a chock,...but in vain, he looked at him and he was turning blue...Joseph knew he had only six minutes to save our son who was still convulsing, having consumed 3 minutes already. while I called for an ambulance. Panic set in as we waited for the ambulance to arrive, I was terrified, literally my heart stopped beating for a moment and my mind just shut down... I couldn't stand the idea and sight of losing my baby, we felt helpless as we watched our son's body convulse uncontrollably. Ethan had never had a seizure before, and the suddenness and intensity of his convulsions were terrifying and we had no idea what was happening to our son, and we were both afraid that he might not survive the ordeal, but kept our hope as our neighbor pastor, and his wife prayed for him.

At the 5th minute blood dropped on the ground..which then followed with a flow, and I thought that was the end! it was a bite made on his Fathers fingers trying to save him as he convulsed, and for sure Joseph had reached out for the sunken tongue ,pulled it out and Ethan took his first breath...and I thought.."GOD !,THAT IS YOU".

The ambulance took long, and Pastor dropped us to the nearest inpatient hospital.At the hospital, Ethan was rushed into the emergency room, and the doctors began a battery of tests and procedures to determine the cause of his seizures. We tried to keep ourselves occupied while we waited for news about our son's condition. The waiting seemed endless, and the fear and anxiety that gripped Joseph and I only grew with each passing moment. We could hear the sound of medical equipment beeping and the voices of doctors and nurses hurrying back and forth, and they knew that something serious was happening.Finally, a doctor came out to talk to us. He told us that Ethan had had a seizure caused by a high fever, and that he was currently stable but still in critical condition. He explained that they would need to keep him in the hospital for several days while they monitored his condition and treated him with medication. We were relieved to hear that Jacob was going to be okay, but still shaken by the experience.I had never seen my son in such a state, and the memory of his convulsions was seared into our minds. Gradually, Ethan began to improve, with no other episode of convulsion,and he started to regain his strength and energy.We were overjoyed to see our son on the road to recovery, and we knew that we had been lucky that he had survived the ordeal.

The experience had been terrifying, but it had also brought Joseph and I closer together as a family , we had been forced to confront our worst fears and had come out on the other side stronger and more resilient. We knew that we would never forget the terrifying moment when our son had convulsed, but we were grateful for the experience and for the love and support of the family and friends who had helped us through it.