My baby daughter is crying. No, not merely crying; she is howling, as loud and hard as
her little lungs will allow. She had just started crying, seemingly for no
reason, and it rapidly spiraled into a fit. How do I help her? I don’t know what’s wrong! Mommy isn’t here, and she doesn’t want the
bottle. I’ve changed her diaper. Her temperature is
okay, she isn’t overheated – though she's clammy from crying so hard for so
long. (It’s only been a short while, but at the moment, I can’t remember a time
when she wasn’t crying.) Is she in pain? If so, where, and what's causing it?
She
screams,
her face red, then purple. Her cry stretches out, finally grinding into
silence as her breath fails - and still her little body is wracked with
spasms, limbs rigid, as she struggles to continue the scream. Dread
clutches my stomach and panic rises. If she
doesn’t inhale, could she go into respiratory arrest? Could her heart
stop? A
lifetime in the medical field assures me that isn’t really possible, but
that’s
my rational mind, and it is drowning in irrational fear.
She
stares
up at me, her eyes swimming with tears, begging me to do... something.
Anything. My
daughter needs me, and I have no idea how to help her! I've promised her
I will protect her, that I will always be here for her, and I am
failing her. I am impotent, helpless; I feel sick.
At
last
she gasps, then inhales, and I breathe again, too. A long, long few
minutes later, her
crying subsides, and she settles down. Looking up at me, she smiles
beatifically. The terror unravels from around my heart, relief blooms
into joy, and I laugh through my
tears. She’s okay! I still don't know what the problem was, but for now
she’s okay, and all is well.
Until
the next time it happens...
Thanks!
I remember these times...the weirdest thing would calm K. We always just went outside. In 28 degree weather sometimes. He just stopped when he was outside. It can be crazy-making...good on you, dad!
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