the time i was most scared

There is one time I can remember when I was most scared. Although there are many times I have been scared, this one is the most significant.

It was about 6 years ago when my niece was about 8 months old. She was just starting to pull herself up on furniture. We were at my parents' place for a family get-together. I think it was Easter.

She was pulling herself up on a dining room chair. Not sure which happened first, seizure or fall, but she fell on the wooden floorboards and had a seizure after hitting her head HARD. She lost consciousness and stopped breathing. She turned blue as well. According to my Mum, I went into nurse mode and started doing CPR with my brother-in-law (her dad) helping.

I, on the other hand, remember being totally freaked out, with my sister screaming at me to not let her baby die, and I was screaming at my Mum to get the ambulance here NOW (she was on the phone to them already). Although it felt like an hour or more, the ambulance arrived within a few minutes. She had started breathing again by the time they arrived. I can’t remember if she had opened her eyes by that stage or not, but she was breathing.

She went to the hospital with my sister and my mum with no significant injury or damage.

I am so glad I had done a course in CPR for children, so I knew what I was doing. My niece is doing well now.

Poppy is now 7 years old, and doing well.

I am crying while writing this post. Every time I talk about it, it evokes so many memories, and I get emotional.