The worst week of my life

Before a few months before the worst week of my life, I traveled out of state with my mother for her best friend's funeral. My mom's best friend was one of the most caring people I know so her loss was devastating. We checked in our hotel earlier than anticipated so I decided to take a bit of a nap before we had to get ready for the wake/visitation. As I was relaxing in bed, the fire alarm went off screeching and I shot out of bed, confused. A second or two after I got up, the fire alarm stopped. We joked that it was probably my mom's departed friend making sure we were up to look our best for her visitation.

A few weeks ago, I got a message from my son that he vomited at school. Due to my work location, I asked my son's dad to pick him up. A bit later, the vomit had blood in it. I said I would meet them in the ER. By the time my son arrived, he was vomiting copious amounts of blood from a ruptured esophageal varice. (He has a liver condition so we know.this could happen). My son was pale but in good spirits as they quickly got him to surgery.

Three hours later, he meets us in the pediatric ICU intubated and sedated in case he started to bleed again they would rush him back to surgery. Even though I work in EMS, seeing your child on a ventilator and hooked up to multiple ivs is distressing.

I stood by his side keeping my eye on his vital signs. His blood pressure was low, but he lost a lot of blood and was sedated so it wasn't too alarming. Until it was. His blood pressure suddenly started to drop systolic in the 80s...70s...60s....what happens next is a blur as a flurry of people rush to the room barking orders, pushing drugs and I just mentally get fuzzy. I remember standing there, helpless. I remember sitting down, crossing my fingers together and prayed harder than I have ever prayed before.

I am not a practicing Christian, but I was brought up in a protestant church. Over the years I've seen people, self described Christians, spread hate, discrimination and nationalism in the name of Christ. That's not who i am, so I don't openly attend church much and reserve my beliefs to prayer. I pray to a higher power and to my dear grandparents who have passed on. In that hospital room I begged and pleaded with God, my grandparents, my moms departed friend and anyone else who was listening to take pity upon us and save my child. I would do anything to save him.

My son's condition stabilized and he was stable overnight. I passed out on the hospital room couch yet would jerk awake and get up when care providers entered. Those first couple days were a blur, wanting to vomit yet keeping strong and forcing a smile while my son healed.

I finally went home to get some real sleep while my ex spent the night in the hospital. I got ready for bed like normal, took my meds, turned on the fan, turned off the lights. I pulled up the comforter. I started to pray like I always do, completely silently, saying the words in my head. I started by giving thanks for saving my son.

Suddenly my eyes are jerked open as the lights in the room all turned on. I sat in silence for a moment until I realized what happened. I then asked alexa to turn off all the lights. I was overcome by peace and knew my son would be ok.

I did ask my husband later if he turned on the lights (they are smart lights) but he says he was asleep. I have settings for the lights to come on by themselves but they were disabled.

I can't explain what happened. Nothing like this has happened to me before. It has to my family. After my grandma died, she came to my dad as a vision in the middle of the night. A rug at her house (where my grandpa still lived at) got crumpled and left. The next morning, it was laying back nicely flat. (A crumpled up rug was a pet peeve of hers). To me, she always came in dreams. My family are normal blue collar working people. We don't carry extraordinary beliefs in the paranormal, but we do understand there is much we don't know and to be receptive to things you may not understand.