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| My daughter as an infant. |
My heart collapsed inside my chest and I cried for my husband. An eternity later, her eyes focused on me. We watched her closely after that. Especially her eyes, to make sure they were equally dilated and reactive to light. I also knew it would be really bad if she started throwing up.
After over half an hour of crying, she finally settled down. Later, my ER nurse sister-in-law checked her out and proclaimed her fine. She said that children knock themselves out easier than adults because of their softer bones. As long as she didn't have any symtoms of a concussion in the first two hours, she should be fine.
But for those few seconds, I stood on the precipice of my worst fears. That something bad would happen to one of my children. That I would have failed to prevent it.
What's your worst fear?
Bless your heart, that must have been so terrifying for you. I think that I felt that way when one winter my son decided to go down one of the hills in our woods backward and hit a tree slamming his back. I thought he broke something but after a visit to the emergency room, using his sled as a stretcher because we were afraid to move him, he turned out to be bruised not broken. Your heart just stops and you forget to breathe.