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"Oh my god Megan! She's not alright." I shouted to my husband, as I lifted my child's head, looking at her forehead covered in blood. Above her right eye I could see her skull. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air. A bystander helped me pull my limp child out of the backseat of our car. My adrenaline rushing as if I had drunk ten cups of coffee; my hands trembling so intensely I couldn't even feel her pulse, I laid my child down on the wet grass, with the rain pouring down upon us. "This is not happening to me, This is not happening!" I shouted. "Your daughter has a pulse," a young man said to me. "Just keep applying pressure to her forehead. The paramedics will be here shortly." The paramedics finally arrived, and the next thing I remember is we were on our way to the hospital. I was begging the paramedic to tell me my daughter was going to be fine, but he just looked at me instead and said, "I'm sorry mam we will do everything we can. Please sit back." I felt as if I were living in another world. My worst nightmare had come true right in front of my eyes. My baby was in pain and there wasn't a thing I could do. Everything around me seemed
Seeing her for the first time since arriving at the hospital, I was in complete disbelief of her appearance. Her eyes black as if she was painted like a raccoon, her beautiful yellow locks covered in dark red blood, her body still, this was not my normal little girl. "We need you to wait in the hall." A nurse said to me. As I walked out of her room, reality sank in. My first tear rolled down my cheek. My chest felt tight, and my head felt dizzy. What would I do with out her, I began thinking. As I made my way through the hallways, I could hardly see. Lying on the cold bathroom floor I began pleading with God. About the time I felt like I had lost my mind; and all around me was actually some kind of dream, my daughter let out a cry and opened up her left eye. The right eye was too swollen to move. I remember hitting what I think was the lowest point ever in my life. My eyes filled with tears. My breathing began getting so heavy it was almost if someone was holding my head under water and I couldn't get a full breath. I remember thinking there is no way I can live without this child, unsure if I'd even want to. Why is this happening to her? I have a few minor bruises and cuts; but my 2-year-old daughter is lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Would she ever wake up, will she even recognize me, if she did? These were the questions I was asking, and all I got as a response is we just have to wait mam'. I was in so much pain at one point I could actually feel my heart aching, breaking for my precious little girl. I only hoped her pain was not even half of what I was going through. Three hours later still no words or movements from my child, all I could do was watch her and wait. I felt like a new mother waiting for her infant child to say mama for the first time. I couldn't help but to think of the last words I said to her and if those woul
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