I was asked to share my story of the death of my daughter, Jessica Marie. I had found our 10 month old daughter, Jessica, dead in her crib. It is one of the most sorrowful times in my life. As I shared in my story often times I wondered, "Why me?" Why was I delayed that morning? Why did I not get to her in time?
It just so happened that on that morning, the day Jessica died, my routine was interrupted. Instead of checking in on Joshua and Jessica and getting them up out of bed we woke up late. Somehow during the night the clocks stopped working and Mike was late for work. While he was rushing around trying to get out of the house, I went in to check on our son Joshua. He was wet, soaked through his sheets and bedding. I put the wet clothes in the wash, gave Joshua a bath, got him dressed, helped Mike get out the door, got myself dressed all the while not realizing that I had not heard a peep out of Jessica. As I walked to her bedroom door I was thinking, "boy has she slept in late." I opened the door and started to say, "Jessie", "Jessie", it is time to get up. I looked in her crib and saw her body had fell through the side of her crib and her tiny little head had gotten caught on the mattress. Up to this point we knew she had some medical problems, we had been seeing doctors, and running tests. She had very weak muscle tone and always had a hard time lifting her head. It was obvious she could not lift her head and she suffocated. I cannot believe that after all of these years how hard it still is to say those words. I tried to pull her out but her body was so stiff and hard. I screamed, "God, help me get her out!" I felt this super natural strength come over me and pulled her free. I held her close to my chest and ran up and down the hall screaming, "God, no,no!" My first instinct was to run outside yelling for someone to help me, God how I wanted someone to help me. I took Joshua, and still holding Jessica tightly to my chest I ran into our bedroom. I sat on the floor in the corner of our room yelling and screaming and dialed 911.
One of the gals in my Bible study brought this to my attention. She said, Penny, if you had gotten to Jessie first then you would not have been able to take care of Joshua's needs or your husbands needs. Like any good wife and mother you helped your husband get off to work since he was late, you got your son cleaned up and dressed since he was soaked, you got a load of laundry going, and you got yourself dressed. I had always thought that I was not a good mother because I did not get to Jessie first. But, my friend gave me such a beautiful perspective of that morning; I did attend to the needs of my family. Isn't it funny that as moms we always feel like we should be able to do everything?
As I shared the rest of my story I realized on that particular day God had brought just the right people to help me get through that morning. I had a calm operator who talked me through those first moments. I had gentle, caring,
EMT's and policemen who helped me focus on answering questions. I had a dear family friend, Melinda, who came over and took care of Joshua that morning with no prompting from me. My mom, my sisters, my mother-in-law, and our pastor and his wife all helped me in those early hours.
As I look back God was protecting me and sheltering me in the palm of his hand. What a soothing place to be in the midst of a storm. Psalms 3:3"But you are a shield around me, O Lord." I love the picture that this verse paints.
What does God whisper to you?
Penny