We got one of those calls this weekend that every parent dreads: There’s been an accident. Your daughter was injured. She’s unresponsive. Go to the emergency room.
It happened on Friday night. Our daughter, Isabella, was at a football game with friends. Apparently they were goofing around during the game and she fell backwards, hitting her head hard on a concrete slab. She drifted in and out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital.
Her friends called us crying. “She won’t open her eyes…”
The following hours were the worst of my life, waiting for the results of two CAT scans. I wanted more than anything to turn back time and to have her safe at home.
Finally, after midnight, we heard from the neurologist that everything was ok.
She suffered a mighty concussion.
As I’m writing this now, she’s sleeping peacefully in her bed. And I am so thankful.
Just catching my breath…