Blake had stabilized…God answered our prayer. I remember when we got to see him how thankful I was he was still hanging on. I wanted so badly to see his beautiful blue eyes. God answered that too. Barry, his nurse, told him very sternly “Blake open your eyes and look at your momma” and he did. It is a gift I still hold in my heart today. I held his hand and he very softly squeezed mine. He was still there. God was still giving us miracles. I mean, who survives coding thirteen times? One of the conversations I had with Blake was about him seeing Jesus. I knew my sweet boy had looked into Jesus’ eyes. When I would talk about this, his eyes would fluttered back and forth…he was telling me “Yes, momma I’ve seen a Jesus” or at least that’s what I thought. I kept on telling him….you have to fight because you have an amazing story to tell.
We were so blessed with great nurses and doctors that took such good care of him. One of his special helpers was a man named Billy. He had been flown to Bryan to specifically take care of Blake. He was there to monitor the Empella device that had been placed in his heart. Billy was an awesome young man….even though he was a Texas Longhorn. Blake would have gotten a kick out of a Longhorn taking care of him, an AGGIE!!!!
Blake’s friends were able to go and see him later on that day, but one of his best friends came in and when Blake heard his voice, he literally tried to get up out of the bed. That was his buddy, Roger Clark. Barry had to calm Blake down because he seemed to be getting too excited. That was the coolest thing when he responded to Roger’s voice like that. That day was truly the most amazing gift I think God had ever given to me. My sweet boy didn’t die…God was giving us more time.