#3 Scary stuff

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Stacey had been sleeping in long chunks of time - about 5 or 6 hours so when I woke up to daylight I wasn't too surprised. At the same time, there is always that moment of panic new moms fear when a baby is too quiet. I shot out of bed to her bassinet and my fears became a horrid reality. The sweet pink skinned baby girl I'd tucked in hours before was now lying there with her tongue awkwardly stuck in the crack of very gray lips. Her eyes were fluttering and her chest was heaving rapidly and her breath came with a sound that I can only describe as desperation for air.

I ran to my room with her to tell my husband something was wrong. He was in the shower and couldn't hear me well. I had taken off her clothes to hold her against my skin and see if she would nurse. She made a faint effort but I instinctively pulled at the skin on her stomach and it just stayed pinched up. (I later learned this is called "tenting") I don't know why we didn't call 911. Perhaps it was disbelief that something horrible would happen to us, I don't know. 

I called her pediatrician and he said she sounded dehydrated and to go to Urgent Care and he would call ahead. When I got there, the receptionist was expecting us and took me right back to a room. The Dr walked in right away and asked what was going on. I was holding her and turned her to face him. He tried to conceal the look on his face but it was too late. I instantly put her back in her car seat while he talked. I was to go straight to ER. He was calling ahead. He knew I could get there faster than an ambulance would get to his office. I drove that few minutes with one hand on the wheel and the other hand reached back to feel her head, where I could feel her pulse through her soft spot.

              A reality had set in and I just kept telling her not to die.

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