This weekend ended in fear and worries for my little family. It started out all so great, Saturday Hubby came home around 5am from his gig the night before and slept most of the day. My daughter and I woke up around 8am ready for the day, I had a whole lot of cleaning to catch up on and she had a lot of energy to burn. We made a good breakfast and started off on our day. Things wound down as the day progressed, chores, and meals were complete. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing and watching movies together as a family. Saturday was a good day.
Sunday was very busy. We got up, ate breakfast, got ready for church, dropped Grandma off at her church (all Navajo language church) then off to our church. I should have known it was not going to be a good day after I sliced my finger on our new Ninja Blending Appliance while cleaning the parts. After church we planned to head to the nearest pumpkin patch, get some groceries, stop by to drop off a piece of furniture at a relative’s house, stop by our church in the evening to discuss Wednesday’s church harvest fest, and then finally head home and relax a bit before the week began again. Everything went as planned except for the relaxing part.
In a few seconds everything changed. My daughter was on the couch while I was cleaning up after she had finished her last snack of the day. She got up started to stand on the couch and while she was standing I warned her to sit down. In the mere SECOND that I looked away to place a piece of paper in the trash she fell off, head first. As I looked back she was already on the floor and I saw the last bit of her fall as she bent her little neck back as she tumbled and finally fell in a face up position. My little darling girl burst out crying. At that moment I felt like the WORST MOTHER in history. Hubby raced into the room demanding an explanation, I just held my precious baby in my arms wishing I could take her place at that very moment. Within minutes she stopped crying but she seem very disoriented. It was so hard to tell since her bed time had passed. Her father and I asked her questions that she normally could respond to. Daddy grabbed a stuffed animal horse and asked, “sweetie, what’s this?” baby girl responded “Emo” she never got that wrong, she always got that right! We feared the worst.
I called the local paramedics and they advised that we take her in immediately. We sped of to the nearest Emergency Room, and to my surprise there weren’t too many people in the pediatric emergency room. The entire time we were waiting there I just kept replaying the moment in my head….. How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I just grab her instead of throwing that piece of paper in the trash first? We got through triage, then into a room where we waiting what felt like an eternity. It was getting harder and harder to keep her awake, I kept her up out of fear that she may have a concussion. Finally a nurse came in and informed us that we could let her sleep since we’re now in the ER. My darling girl drifted off into sleep and the doctor came in and said she would be getting a CT SCAN to make sure there isn’t any swelling/bleeding in the brain. Oh my goodness, I thought, and the fear just over came me. The ‘what if’ thoughts kept reeling in my head. Hubby and I prayed over and over. The radiologist came to escort us to the CT SCAN room and she asked me to place my baby on the bed and said I could stay there with her. I don’t think they could have made me leave the room anyway, they placed a vest on me and started up the machine. As I watched the machine do it’s job I just kept saying the same prayer over and over. Lord, I pray that there is nothing wrong with my baby and that she is as healthy as ever. It was finished and we all went back to the room. The doctor came in after 20 minutes and with good news. It was a mild concussion, there is no bleeding/swelling of the brain. Everything is fine. Thank you JESUS!!! Hubby and I just prayed again. I learned my lesson. I don’t think I would have forgiven myself if anything worst had happened. I still feel so guilty.
This morning as she woke up things seemed back to normal and fine but I just kept kissing my baby over and over. Praying to god to help me be a better mother.