Breathe Freely

Raindrops are clinging to the outside window screens of my turret office space. Looking like itty-bitty bubbles, whatever is left drips to nowhere land. Falling between white window panes behind my writing desk, I wonder what happens when they plop to the ground. Do they make silent sounds that only God can hear?

A loud thunderstorm crashed over and above my house last night. The dog shook to wake me up. He hid under the safety of bed covers, fearing what might come next. Getting up to glance between wooden blinds, ancient mottled trees swayed through nature’s bit of forest land. Their long limbs bent far to the left, then further to the right. Swooning so, they nearly touched the budding ground.

That’s when I heard it. An eerie whistling sound swishing through branches on the hill. Raindrops fell fast and hard, like cold tears from heaven. I felt shaken then, much like my dog hiding under blankets. The noise reminded me of the first time I heard ‘whistling’ from my toddler’s accordion chest. Much harder for my little one to breathe out than it was for him to breathe in. A term called wheezing.

Within minutes, a rushing box of red metal on four rubber tires raced my tender treasure to the hospital where he was put in an oxygen tent. Dressed in a small cotton gown printed in teddy bears of green, he was afraid and nearly blue. Finally, he began to breathe freely. The simple act of taking a breath. Not only breathing in but breathing out. In…and…out. “A.S.T.H.M.A,” the doctor with authority, pronounced.

After a few hours in the emergency room, my baby could go home. There, I cradled him in my arms. Not wanting to let go, I delicately brushed wisps of damp curls to the side of his forehead with the tips of grateful fingers. Thanks to God, he slept peacefully then.

Breathing freely…OUT as well as IN.


18 thoughts on “Breathe Freely

  1. Hello Kate, you take me away with your words. My brother suffered many asthma attacks as a child and once he had to be hospitalized and put in a bubble. I was very young but I remember being heartbroken seeing him in there. Then one day, like a miracle he stopped having the attacks. The doctors had no explanation. He’s been fine ever since. He’s an athlete now running marathons. Your story made me think of him. Your writing is so descriptive and soothing. 🙂 xx

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    • Hi Vashti, thank you so for the compliment, which lifted me up on such an emotional day. Thank you Sweet One. It truly is a blessing from God that your brother is able to breathe freely now, and even run marathons! Amazing! My son does not suffer like he did as a young child. His asthma is primarily seasonal and during exercise, so he too is blessed. We are very, very grateful. Thank you for your compliments once again. My spirit is is blessed by readers for I would not write if it were not for you and others. Oh, my name is, Kim. No worries. I’ll answer to anything. 🙂

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      • I’m sorry about the name mix-up. I thought I had seen someone address you as Kate. I’m happy I was able to give you a little lift. It was my pleasure. I hope the rest of your day is wonderful and all the best to your son. ❤

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      • You probably did, Vashti without me making a correction. My fault entirely! Again, no worries at all. A crazy day today-storms with 60 mph winds. No power since 2pm. Spring in the Midwest! Thank you for everything, Vashti. All my best to your son as well. Cheering him on at the finish line! 🏃😊

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