Classy Chaos

I figured the incredibly hot paramedic would notify child services if I asked to take a cell phone picture of my daughter in the ambulance's gurney, yesterday.


I thought about taking a picture.

You see, I need to start documenting Lola's accidents. I am starting a folder with all of her EMS papers, her insurance bills, and doctor co-pays. When some lucky fella, many many many years down the road, takes her hand in marriage I will take his other hand and hand over her folder.

Let's hope the fella is calm and collective. Both of which I was not yesterday at the community park.

I heard Lola screaming bloody murder as she slid down the tube slide. Somehow she managed to sprain her wrist. I sat Fifi down on the asphalt and started running towards Lola. She was holding her wrist and crying uncontrollably while walking towards me.

And.

Before I could get to her.

She froze.

I saw her eyes roll back. I saw her body go limp.

And. She fell backwards. Her head met the asphalt and she fainted.

I scooped her up in my arms and found myself again holding a lifeless child. As with all other of her holding breath syndromes her eyes rolled back, she started seizing, and I panicked and I shook uncontrollably.

The parents around me at the park were freaking superheros. They all jumped into action with no script. One mother silently ran to Fifi who was half way to China by this time, took her hand and strapped her into the baby swing. Another father grabbed his phone and dialed 911 and rushed over to give me some moral support. Yet another parent, grabbed Jay by the hand and started a conversation with him about soda pop. And I. I rocked Lola back to consciousness.

"Breath. Breath. LOLA...... BREATH!!!!!" I screamed out loud and looked into her eyes waiting for a response. "This is sooooo not fair!!!" I cried. I looked at Fifi safe in her swing and glanced over at Jay safe in conversation and peeked into Lola's lost eyes.

She came around after four agonizing minutes. Two minutes later the ambulance arrived.

After sitting in the ambulance with three children and two paramedics it was determined that she was okay.

Yes. She will outgrow this eventually. No. She does not hold her breath on purpose for attention... her body just "forgets" to breath when she hits her head. Yes. I am going crazy. No. No need to send me sympathy, really. Yes. You can feel sorry for her future husband... he is going to be with her longer then I am (cross my fingers...) Yes. It is okay to laugh with me, again.

I have survived yet another day of motherhood.