A mother’s first fear is a Childs first scrape and boo boo on the knee. A mother’s first tear is when they say, "I love you mommy." Myself and my husbands biggest fear was our worst reality for our 22 month old son. Talib disappeared when our backs were turned for a second. On March 1, 2014 our beautiful baby boy, full of life, love, and charisma was found face up in the backyard of our family pool. My husband asked me, "Babe is Talib with you?" I said "No, I thought he was with you." Our little adventurer loved to go in his uncles room to throw things everywhere; so that’s the first place I checked. Meanwhile, my husband checked the garage, thinking maybe someone went out and didn’t shut the door properly. I checked the bathroom because our little tiker loved to throw qtips in the toilet. So, I was sure he would be in there; he wasn’t!  I heard a loud scream like no other that came from my husband. He yelled "OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!" I yelled frantically saying "What!" "What!" 

I was hoping he fell, got a scrape and was bleeding terribly and would need stitches. My heart was racing. I felt a bulge in my throat. I then walked towards the French doors facing the back of the house that were always so beautiful because it engaged the pool in such a way that it was enticing; even for me as it was for our little one. My baby was lifeless and blue floating at the top of the water. My husband jumped in and pulled him out, we were jumping around screaming and crying, I was ready to except my child on the ground lifeless and blue with an extended stomach and no heart beat. While my 7yr old son Isaiah, who is Talib's older brother screamed in the background of my clouded thoughts "IS MY BABY BROTHER DEAD?" "HE CANT SWIM MY BABY BROTHER IS DEAD!!!!" My husband’s cousins were at the house; one of them took Isaiah inside the house, the other was on the phone with 911. Everything was moving so fast, but a calm came over me. I kneeled down on my knees and I began to give my child mouth to mouth resuscitation. The calm was God telling me not to give up. I got on the phone with dispatch; I'm sure the women on the other end had heard the  scream. When I was placed on the phone she kept saying, "I don’t want to speak with you, your'e too emotional." I said to her, "Maam this is my baby we're talking about!" "I am ready to take instructions." She said to press down on the chest three times and then blow in the mouth. I was scared because before I had gotten on the phone with her I was just pressing on the chest and blowing as much air as I could as the water gargled out of his lifeless body. Before I could even follow the dispatch instructions, the EMT arrived in record timing. EMT was there giving him immediate oxygen and pushing epinephrine to restart his heart. They told my husband and I to follow after them. That was the journey that we started on March 1, 2014 that changed the course of our little toddlers life. We are asking from the pit of our stomach to the Faith in our hearts that your loving hands and humble spirits find the time and generosity to donate whatever  you have from a penny to infinity  for Talib's medical care and expenses. His heart beat came back so I know he wants to fight. Please help us in Talib's fight to recover and be stronger and better than he ever was before. HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN LOVE. PRAYERS ARE GREATLY EXCEPTED AND APPRECIATED.