At thirteen months adjusted age, James stopped breathing in his sleep.Lucy woke to the apnea monitor screaming at three in the morning. She ran to the nursery, her heart already in her throat, and found James blue and unresponsive in his crib."William!" she screamed, already starting infant CPR. "Call 911!"She tilted James's tiny head back, gave two rescue breaths, and watched his chest rise. Started compressions. One, two, three, four, five. Too fast, she was going too fast, but terror made her hands shake.Another breath. More compressions.James gasped. His color started returning. By the time William ran in with the phone, James was crying weakly, breathing on his own again."The ambulance is coming," William said, his voice shaking. "What happened?""He stopped breathing. The monitor went off and he was blue." Lucy held James against her chest, feeling his heart beat, his lungs expand. "He's breathing now but we need to get him to the hospital."The paramedics arrived within m
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