Miracle
on Christmas Day
By Deborh Morris
On
Christmas Eve the little girl, Brittany, was found lying in
the snow, clad only in her underwear and nightshirt. Her tiny
body was frozen stiff. Could the little girl be brought back
to life? You will find a pleasantly surprising answer after
reading the story.
Cold rain mixed with snow fell against the kitchen window
of the house trailer in the US town of Elkins, West Virginia.
Melinda Eichelberger, seven months pregnant, pulled a tray
of Christmas cookies from the oven. The cold weather outside
made the trailer a cozy place on this night of December 23,
1990.
"Who wants a
cookie?" Melinda called to Steve, 21, and their
three-year-old daughter, Brittany, in the next room. Brittany
quickly came around the corner. "I want one!" she said with
a grin.
Melinda,
20, was taking time off from her restaurant job to do Christmas
baking. For once, she wouldn't have to rise at dawn to work
the early shift. Steve, laid off from his discount-store
job the week before, would also be home.
Around midnight, Melinda wearily turned off
the oven. Steve
was already in bed; Brittany was on the floor, sound asleep.
Their small Christmas tree twinkled brightly nearby.
Melinda smiled down at her daughter. She looks
so comfortable, she thought. I'll let her sleep here. Covering
Brittany with a blanket, she kissed her cheek and went to
bed.
The
clock read 9:33 a.m. when Melinda awoke with a start.
Oh, I don't have to work today, she realized with relief.
Then she noticed the house was unusually silent.
"Brittany?" she called sleepily as she walked
down the hallway. The moment she stepped into the living room an icy wind
hit her. She looked around in confusion and saw the front
door wide open. She pushed on the door. It was frozen in place.
Good, Melinda thought with relief. She couldn't have gone
outside.
"Brittany?" she called again. Melinda thought
her daughter might be playing a joke. Two nights before, Brittany
and Steve had hidden in the hall closet and jumped out to
surprise her. But the closet was empty and so was Brittany's
bedroom.
Melinda ran to wake Steve.
"I can't find Brittany!"
she cried. Together, they searched the trailer. Then Melinda's
eyes turned to the door─and the cold landscape outside.
"Oh dear God," she said. Throwing on jackets,
the couple rushed out the door. The cold wind . "Brittany!" they shouted, racing
up and down the row of trailers. Why didn't I wake up earlier?
Melinda thought. Why didn't I hear her open the door? Please,
God, don't let anything have happened to my baby.
Then she spotted something between two trailers.
"Steve!" she cried out. Brittany, still clothed only in her
underwear and nightshirt, was lying in the snow. Her
eyes were frozen open, wide and staring, her mouth agape.
With her face framed by soft blond curls, she looked like
a porcelain doll.
Steve took his daughter in his arms and raced
for their trailer, shouting for help. Brittany's tiny body
was stiff, unyielding. He laid her on the couch and started
piling blankets on her as a neighbor rushed in.
The man looked in horror at the frozen little
girl, then checked for a pulse. Shaking his head, he placed
both hands on her chest and began .
Steve, worried that Melinda would go into , sent her from the room with another neighbor.
The phone rang in the local Emergency Squad
room. Minutes later an emergency crew pulled up in front of
the trailer. Brenda Dailey, a nurse, ran up the steps, her
heart racing.
When her fingers touched
Brittany's neck to
check for a pulse, she gasped─the flesh was cold and hard.
She's frozen solid! she thought in disbelief. Dailey moved
the child to the floor and continued CPR.
A moment later Doctor Lora Eye and crew chief
Delma Caudell rushed in with equipment. Caudell linked the
child to a heart .
"She's got a flat line," she said grimly. As Steve turned
away tearfully, Eye felt sad and depressed.
The doctors placed chemical hot packs on Brittany
and then inserted a tube down her throat to force oxygen into
her lungs. After they wrapped her with blankets and loaded
her onto the stretcher, Steve followed them to the ambulance.
Assured that a neighbor would drive Melinda to the hospital,
he climbed in, and sirens began to sound.
Dr. John Veach was on duty in the hospital
emergency room when Brittany arrived at 10:45 a.m. Her temperature
was 23 degrees Celsius. She had been in a deathlike state
for at least 40 minutes.
The well-known rule in cases of severe cold,
however, is that the victims aren't dead until they're warm
and dead. "Get some heat lamps," Veach told the nurses.
After taking a series of emergency measures,
Veach asked Eye and Dailey to continue CPR. Until Brittany's
blood circulated freely, the
drugs they had administered would have little effect.
Rushing into the room where Steve waited,
Melinda held Brittany's favorite doll. "I thought she might
want this," she said helplessly. Steve nodded, gently squeezing
her hand.
Huddled on the couch, Melinda felt a fresh
wave of pain as she thought of the gaily wrapped presents─a
toy kitchen set, a cartoon video, some new crayons─hidden
away for Christmas morning. Would Brittany ever get to open
them? Would she be there when her baby brother or sister was
born?
For more than two hours, in the heat of the
eight lamps aimed at Brittany, nurses and doctors performed
CPR. As the child's temperature approached 27 degrees with
still no sign of life, the atmosphere in the emergency room
grew increasingly tense. The unspoken thought hung in the
air: It's time to give up.
No one wanted to stop, however. Maybe it was
because of the sad young parents outside, or simply because
it was Christmas Eve. They continued to fight─forcing the
child's stilled heart to beat, her empty lungs to fill.
At about 1 p.m. Lora Eye noticed blood and
liquid from Brittany's nose and mouth. "Look!" she shouted
excitedly. Soon the heart monitor showed a subtle change─an
uneven curve instead of a flat line.
Over the next hour the screen showed increasing
heart activity. At 2:15 p.m., Dr. Veach touched Brittany's
neck. "I've got a pulse!" he exclaimed. Against all odds,
the little girl's heart was beating on its own.
Lora Eye smiled at Brenda Dailey and the other
nurses. But even in that successful moment she felt doubt. The child had gone without oxygen
for a long time─had they brought her back to a hopeless, ? She quickly got rid of the thought. We did what
we were trained to do, she decided. The rest is in God's hands.
Melinda and Steve looked up fearfully when
Veach walked in. "We've got your daughter's heart going
again,"
he said. "We're transferring her to Children's Hospital in
Pittsburgh." The couple followed the doctor down the hall
to see their daughter.
Melinda gasped. Brittany was wrapped in warm
blankets; only her blue lips and nose were visible.
Stepping forward, Melinda laid Brittany's doll next to her.
"Mommy's here," she whispered. "You're going to be okay."
Minutes later the child was quickly sent to an ambulance.
She'd be driven to a nearby airport, then flown to Pittsburgh.
At Children's Hospital in Pittsburgh, Dr.
Shekhar Venkataraman received word that a child with severe
cold injuries was being airlifted in. The doctor shook his
head; such unfortunate things were always wrenching. There
was one positive factor, however: severe cold injuries sometimes
have surprising outcomes.
When Brittany arrived at 4:30 p.m., Venkataraman
tried to assess the child's condition. She didn't respond
even to painful , and her pupils didn't react to light.
Melinda and Steve, who had been driven to
Pittsburgh by relatives, rushed into the hospital two hours
later. "Your daughter's heart rate and blood pressure are
becoming stabilized," Venkataraman told them, "but she's still
very cold─only 29 degrees. We won't be able to run an
to evaluate her brain activity until she's a lot warmer."
As dusk fell on Christmas Eve, the couple
began a silent watch at their daughter's bedside. Melinda's
eyes were full of tears as she looked at Brittany's face,
so beautiful and so still. Please, God, she prayed, let her
be okay.
Then, early Christmas morning, the little
girl's eyes suddenly fluttered open. "Brittany?" Melinda said
breathlessly. " Can you hear me?" The eyes closed again, but
Melinda was certain she had understood. "She's going to be
okay," she told Steve excitedly. "I just know it!"
Brittany seemed to grow more alert as the
day passed slowly. Several times it looked as though she was
trying to focus on Melinda's face.
"She's
coming around pretty quickly," Venkataraman told
Melinda and Steve, "but until we take her off the respirator
and see if she recognizes you, we won't be able to assess
how much brain damage has occurred."
The next afternoon, Venkataraman and several
nurses gathered around Brittany's bed in the Intensive Care
Unit. As Melinda waited nearby, they carefully slid the respirator
tube from Brittany's throat. She coughed for a moment, then
began to cry and call out, "Mommy, Mommy!"
Melinda rushed to
Brittany's bedside. As she
tearfully kissed her daughter, the doctor and nurses watched
with wide grins. The Christmas they had missed in doubt and
despair had finally come, bearing the priceless gift of a
child's life renewed.

Brittany's discolored skin soon regained its
normal color. Physical treatment restored full use of her
hands and feet, and helped solve the problem that occasionally
left her off-balance. By the time her sister, Kristin, was
born in March, Brittany was walking and playing again, a happy
three-year-old.
Today Melinda and Steve still shake their
heads when they recall the Christmas Eve their precious little
girl was lost, then miraculously restored. "It didn't seem
possible that she'd ever wake up," Melinda says. "But getting
her back was the greatest Christmas gift of my life!"
(1,650 words)
(From Reader's Digest, Dec. 1994 )
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