Thanking God for another day with my son

It was a beautiful sunny day here yesterday. Hot but not humid like we originally thought it was going to be. What better way to spend the day then at the pool! One of my bff's has a pool at her house so the kids and I grabbed the "swim bag" hoped in the car and headed over for some fun. Now, let me just say that my kids are not "fish". They do not like getting water on their faces, they don't know how to swim (they can kick their feet, thank God), they basically just like playing. Which is what we were doing. My daughter was floating around the pool with swimmies on some of the time and when she got brave she took them off, but she could stand and not have the water over her head. My son was either attached to my hip or my friends hip. We were throwing balls at each other, just laughing and having a great day. The sun was in and out of the clouds making it a perfect day......until...... My kids are not big fans of dogs either. My son loves them at a distance but freaks when they get up close. My friend has 2 dogs. She got out to check on the dogs and let them out to go to the bathroom, tho at the time I did not know that is what she was doing. My son (who is 4) was standing on the deck by the pool, throwing balls in the water. My daughter was floating around the sides of the pool, I was about in the middle of the pool gathering more balls for my son to throw in, when I heard the splash that stopped my heart. I turned around to see my son, in the pool, under water. I was screaming "keep kicking, keep kicking!" as I raced as fast as I could across the pool (I don't swim either). He was only under for about 3 seconds but it seemed like an eternity to me. I got to him, pulled him up and quickly got out of the pool. We were both shaking. He was coughing and said he felt sick. He threw up some water but I worried about his lungs (he has severe asthma). He snuggled up to me for a few minutes and then, to my surprise, wanted back in the pool. I got back in with him but held him ever so tight. After about 10 minutes, I decided paranoid or not I was going to call someone and see if I should be concerned. So I called my mom. After speaking with her, I called the doctor. I told the nurse what happened-I really hated reliving the whole thing again. She said she'd talk to the doctor and call me back. About 10 minutes later my phone rings, it was the doctor himself. We are so blessed with our pediatrician, how many would take time out of their busy day to call themselves? He asked me to explain what happened, again, so I did. He said that my son should be fine since he was not down long and is acting normal now. I was even holding my son while on the phone and the doctor could hear him, confirming that he was fine. He just told me to monitor his breathing, start him on albuterol when we got home and for the next 24 hours. Then he went above and beyond, in my opinion, and asked how I was doing. Honestly, I was blaming myself. How could I let this happen? Why did I take my eyes off my son? Why did I not ask my friend where she was going? I felt like the world's worst mom. Dr. M reassured me that it was an accident and accidents happen. He told me that I cannot watch them 24 hours a day, that's what God is for. He told me that I am a great mom and my kids are lucky to have me. He made me feel a lil better, but I still was beating myself up. We stayed at my friends for a couple more hours, playing and laughing trying to forget what happened. When we got home, I didn't want to let my son out of my sight. When he was ready for our bedtime snuggles, I held him extra tight. I kept thanking God for not taking my son, for allowing me to get to him quickly, for the pool not being extra big that would've made it longer to get to him, for several things..... My son had a rough night last night, lots of screaming out in his sleep. He either had to hold my hand or lay on me and even that didn't always work. I just kept whispering "ssshhhh, its ok, mama's here..." This morning when he woke up, he gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek (he thought I was still sleeping) and told me "you're the best mom ever"....I so needed to hear that! He's being extra loving today, which is totally fine with me! I learned several lessons from yesterdays accident, but one big one is to always love on my kiddos, to tell them how much they mean to me and how much I love them and am blessed to have them in my life-because you never know when God is going to call them home.