Tuesday, July 16, 2013
How My Little Toughie Ends Her Play Dates...
Why, yes! You are correct. That is in an ambulance and she is sporting a neck brace and is strapped to a child-size spine board.
Let me say that she is perfectly fine (praise the LORD!), just a little sore.
This happened yesterday and because of my selective eidetic memory, what I witnessed will forever be burned in my brain.
I was facilitating a book club for moms from our Classical Conversations group while the kids played on the playground. We were wrapping up. I had actually just walked away from the kids after letting them know that we were leaving in 5 minutes and was on the grassy field gathering our belongings. Suddenly, I heard my son crying out, "Mom! Help!" I look over and see a red figure, flat on the ground, not moving. My heart didn't have time to stop as I made a beeline toward my crying baby girl. I have to say that I was happy she was crying because it meant she was conscious. That was the first good sign.
Apparently, she lost her grip on the playground zipline and while I watched her land on her feet the whole time, this loss of hold took her by surprise. She fell directly onto her back, onto a surface that was once covered with sand but might as well have been concrete (When I was running toward her I was expecting to dig my feet into the sand. Didn't happen. There wasn't as much sand as I thought). I asked her if she could get up and she said it hurt to do so. I asked if she could move her hands and legs, and she was able to (second good sign), but she couldn't get up. That's when I calmly called 911 and awaited their arrival. It took 4 minutes.
I credit our Lord and the two friends that were still there for the peace and calmness that I felt as I answered the EMT's questions and then as they lifted her onto the gurney and into the ambulance. I was calm enough to take this picture. One I hope to not take again any time soon.
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