I had to call 911 this morning. For my sweet, sweet Isabella.
It's not a call I ever wanted to make. And for one of my girls. Especially not for one of my
daughters.
She fell off the bathroom counter this morning. Where she knows it's a no-no, yet I accidentally left the door open to the bathroom.
I am the cause for this. Me. It kills me just realizing that.
When she fell she fell backwards. Her head hit our tile floor. I've always hated tile. It's hard. Unforgiving. Dangerous when wet, dangerous when you fall down. And to fall and hit your head? I get sick replaying this in my head.
She was laying there. On the floor. In shock. I ran over to her. Trying to get her to talk to me. I scoop her up in my arms.
"Bella!! Bella, talk to Mommy. Bella!!!! Come on, Bella, please look at Mommy!!" I was frantic.
She closed her eyes.
Started having a seizure.
I was screaming for Leo. Screaming for my
baby to please, please wake up.
Leo grabs her.
Checks to see if she's breathing.
She is not.
My baby. My baby that I brought into this world. My baby that I had giggled with, talked to and snuggled with just a mere few hours before WAS NOT BREATHING.
Leo placed her on our bed. Gave her a rescue breath.
I'm dizzy, running for my phone.
Calling 911.
Scared.
Hating myself.
Shaking.
Praying.
Asking God please, please don't take my girl.
Her Dora party is next weekend. She'll only be {2}.
Please, she has her whole life ahead. Please.
Take me if you need someone. Do not take my girl. My #1.
I'm not done living life with my girl yet.
She coughs.
Leo's breath worked.
Ambulance arrives.
She's scared, crying.
One of her feet is curled, turned a funny way. Not normal.
Ambulance ride.
Long.
Scary.
Asking my friends pray.
Had called my mom.
Pray.
Please. Lift your prayers up to God. Our God.
Please.
She starts acting calmer.
Scared. But more like my girl.
CT scans.
Body checks.
Scan results are back.
Everything is okay.
Okay. My baby is okay.
Breathing.
Concussion.
But she is alive.
Hug your babies tight tonite.
And when you think that nothing could happen to you?
Your family?
Remember this post. Please.
Life is a gift.
Don't assume things will be okay forever.
Because I did.
I never thought this could.
Would.
Ever.
Happen.