Thursday, September 24, 2009
I'm working at the bakery last night and I had forty-five minutes left on my shift when Flannery called. She said Lucy had taken a bad fall on the trampoline and had hurt her neck. Now she couldn't move her head. Flannery was taking her to the hospital and I should go straight home. Her voiced wavered with fear.
I trembled as I drove home as I could only think of worst-case scenarios. Her neck was broken and she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. She would never run and play again. She would need help going to the bathroom and she would have a tough time finding a date when the time came. I choked up thinking about how one misery after another would be piled on my little girl's shoulders and she isn't even six yet.
Long story short, she is okay. The doctor called it whiplash and she is going to be sore for a few days but there is no long term damage.
Good Lord, it's scary being dad sometimes.