I want to share this story with you, though it’s hard for me to write about it. I’ve waited over a month to share it because it’s taken me this long to come to grips with everything. It’s been a hard month for our family, but with God’s help and the support of friends around us, we’ve been pulling through.
Monday July 25th was a holiday here in Costa Rica. We had no idea what a life altering day it would turn out to be. I took Kai surfing in the morning because the waves were really small – perfect for him. While we were at the beach we ran into our friends and neighbors the Knapps. Kai stayed with them and I went home.
Leslie needed to study because she was going to be teaching in a YWAM school the next week. So I had Ezzy, Jude and Koa. The boys really wanted to go swimming so I got everyone ready to swim and told Ezzy and Jude they could play on the step until I was ready to go in. Koa is afraid of the pool so I was confident he would stay away until I could go in with him. I was going to quickly clean up a big mess the kids had made in the grass near the pool.
While cleaning up I realized that I hadn’t heard Koa in awhile so I went to check. I asked the boys where he was and they said they didn’t know. I was just about to walk around the house to see if he walked that way when I noticed a dark shape on the bottom of the deep end of the pool. I dived in and saw that it was my baby lying face down. I picked him up and swam to the top, I turned him around and looked at his face and my heart just dropped, his eyes were open, fixed and staring, and his lips were blue. All hope left me, my little boy was gone. I climbed out of the pool and screamed “Oh no!!” I didn’t know what to do. Leslie ran out to see what happened and I told her to get help. We ran through the house to the front yard, Leslie ran down the street screaming for help.
I stood there for a moment at a complete loss. Then I laid Koa down on the grass just inside the front gate. Koa was lying there completely lifeless. No pulse, not breathing, eyes still wide open, lips blue.
Inside I was dying. I knelt down on the grass in front of him and it seemed like this moment went on forever. Neighbors were starting to come now and they didn’t really know what to do.
Finally our neighbor Indira showed up with an absolute look of horror on her face. She got right down on her knees and shouted in my face, “Do you know CPR???” I said “Yes.” She said “DO IT!!” The ironic thing is that I have taken CPR and been re-certified at least six times but until that moment it had not even occurred to me to try because how can you revive someone who is dead??
Meanwhile I could hear my wife somewhere behind me saying, “Oh my God he’s dead, oh my God he’s dead!!” So I started doing toddler chest compressions and did two breaths in his mouth and Koa groaned. His face was still completely lifeless. His eyes were open with no life in them, but a little groan came out with some bubbles. I thought this was some kind of reaction to the air that I just put in him so I still had no hope. I did more chest compression and breathed in him some more and he coughed. I turned him on his side and some water came out. I breathed in him some more and this happened again. I laid him on his back again and he took a gasping breath. The weird thing is that when he took that breath his eyes were still completely lifeless, but from that moment on life began to comeback into them again. People were all around me saying keep breathing, keep breathing and I did. Koa started very weakly to cry and it got stronger and stronger. People started saying he was going to make it and he was going to be alright.
I picked him up and handed him to Leslie. He was crying and then his eyes started rolling back in his head and it was like he was passing out and nothing we did could keep him awake. Leslie screamed, “We have to get him to the clinic!!” An ambulance had been called, but since they weren’t there yet, we jumped in the car and went racing to the clinic. The doctor checked Koa out and said he was fine but he wanted to observe him for a couple of hours. Koa fell asleep with Leslie and slept for the full two hours. When he woke up he laughed, walked, said “Mama” and the other words he knew. He was fine. And all the doctor could say is, “Es un milagro de Dios.” A miracle of God.
We immediately left town to get away as a family. Leslie and I kept having flashbacks of what happened. We were traumatized and broken.
The next day our friend in San Jose told us that a group of ladies had been praying for us and one of them saw a vision of Jesus kneeling down and breathing in Koa’s mouth. Another one said make sure that you tell Scott that this was not done by human hands but by God, and what God does is perfect so he doesn’t have doubts about what happened to Koa.
Here’s the thing, people were saying you saved him, but I never thought I did. I mean what I did in CPR was so minimal it was not enough to bring a person back like that. I talked to a lifeguard down here and told him what happened and he said it’s a miracle. That does not happen. He is the head lifeguard here in Jaco and in his experience when kids drown they die very quickly. Adults you can bring back but with kids it’s very rare.
So what the lady said about it being God who did this was the only thing that made sense. And it took a huge burden off Leslie and I because although Koa seemed perfect we were critically examining everything he did looking for something out of the ordinary that would show signs of the brain damage that he must surely have. So since God was the one who did it we didn’t have to worry anymore.
That night I received an email from a family friend. He said that he had woken up from a dream at 4:30 am on Monday morning. In the dream he saw a baby on the bottom of a pool. He jumped in and grabbed the baby; he said he felt such love and compassion for the baby but the baby was dead. He laid the baby down on the grass and saw God raise him from the dead then he went back to sleep. At 6:30am he woke up again and God told him to intercede, so he did, though he didn’t know who he was praying for. That same afternoon he received an email from my brother telling everything that happened to Koa and he just started shaking.
I wanted to tell this story all for Gods glory. I think many people think that either God’s not real or if He is He is far off and detached from what is happening to us on this earth. This illustrates how active He is. In this situation Leslie and I did not have faith – we lost hope – but God raised up someone who did have faith and He moved on our behalf. He “…searched for someone to stand in the gap…” (Ezekiel 22:30) and found a man who would pray. God is real, He loves us beyond what we could imagine.