She Saved Me

I apologize to anyone who has already heard this story.  And I apologize to our families for making them re-live that horrible day.

But our girl's story begins with a bang.  Not the kind of bang you want to hear, but a bang nonetheless.  It all began when we were told we would lose her.

On August 7, 2005, my husband, myself, and our 9 month old son were traveling to the Outer Banks for our very first family vacation.  And then it happened.  All I really remember is the spinning, the smell of sulfur, and someone yelling and pulling me from our vehicle.  All I could see was smoke.  Where was my son?  Where was my husband?

I was in and out of consciousness as they sped to the hospital. I could hear our son crying and all I was told was my husband was taken to another hospital and they were trying to find out his status.  Was he okay?  What was wrong?  Why didn't he come here?  Was he still alive?

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse came in and told me my blood work had come back positive so they could not do a CAT scan.  Positive for what?  All I remember is the nurse holding my hand and telling me I might lose the baby.  What baby?  Since when was I even pregnant?  I was strapped down, in a neck brace, staring up at the bright lights in the ER, and I cried.  I cried for my husband.  I cried for my son.  I cried for the baby I thought I'd never meet.

To be continued.