Hubby finally got his license in January of '09 and we bought a car. It was our first car. It was a '9something (lol)Blue Oldsmobile, Achieva. We only paid $1,000.00 for it and we were so proud to finally be able to get places, including school without my Mom. One afternoon, on the weekend, I asked Jessie if we could drive to Wal Mart because I wanted a new par of tights to go with the brand new skirts I had bought. (I was so proud to be back to be back to my size, well, smaller, so I bought some new skirts that were on sale while I was out with my friend one day. Of course he said yes, so we loaded up and got ready to go. When we pulled out of the apartments, the tires slid. We knew we needed new tires, but we figured it just did that because it was raining outside. But not far down the road, we started sliding again and all I hear is Jessie scream, "HOLD ON!" and I didn't hear anything after that until we hit the ground and Sami started screaming. Jessie was under water and he couldn't get out of the car. When he finally did, he came around to our side, which wasn't under water. And by then the ambulance was on its way and people had jumped out of their cars to help. Samantha was only 5 months and she was hanging upside down so of course we were freaking out, so Jessie punched a whole through the window so he could reach in and open the door to get her. As soon as he lifted her out and she wasn't upside down, she was fine, laughing actually. She had a little cut on her head, not sure what from, but she wasn't really bleeding. After I got out of the car, I ran to get Sami from the lady that was holding her and so did Jessie. They offered to let us all go to the hospital, so we sent Samantha and since Jessie was all cut up, we figured he should go too. But I didn't want to so I rode in the front. (I hate hospitals and I didn't have any insurance so I didn't go.) The only thing that was wrong was I had a bruise on my ear and whiplash. They separated Jessie and Samantha in the hospital because he was 18 and couldn't go to the children's area. So I stayed with her. They told me not to let her eat, so I didn't. Although she was screaming her head off because she hadn't ate in hours and I didn't have a paci because it was lost in the wreck. After about an hour of sitting and hearing her cry, I asked it I could feed her and they said yes. And then released us. They didn't even come in to check on her, so I assumed they just wanted her there in case something happened. The report they sent me home with just mentioned that she had a small abrasion on her head, barely noticeable. (I didn't know until almost a year later, they were supposed to run a CAT scan on her after a wreck like that. And that is why they didn't want her to eat. But they never did run one.)
As we raised Samantha, we did what we thought was best for her as any parent would. She was in the Parents As Teachers Program so I was taught all the "right ways" to do things. She told me about how important Tummy Time was. She even gave me few toys and ideas on how to keep her from crying when she was on her tummy. So everyday, we sat aside tummy time. I never wanted her to get behind so everything we did had to focus on some area of development. I would tell myself in my head what we were working on. When Daddy and I would play with her, I would say, "Okay, this is Mommy and Daddy time. She is strengthening her social/emotional development."
For her three month check up, we took her in and a nurse asked the simple question, "Is she rolling yet?" I blushed (I was sort of embarassed. I thought-"She should be by now. That is what everyone says...") Then I replied, "No...Is that bad?" She just laughed, obviously used to new parents as she said, "No. That is fine. You don't REALLY have to worry unless she isn't rolling by six months." Which I relieved me because I KNEW she would be rolling by then.
I have posted it on my other blog, so I will post it again, only in greater detail. It may be piece by piece. I haven't decided. But I want people to know they are not alone. Samantha's "conditions" are not as serious as most children by any means, but it still worries you whether your child is a month behind or a year behind. Also, I would like to make a note that Samantha IS getting better-Much better. She is overcoming her "diagnosis" just like the doctors said she would. When I had Samantha, I was still in high school, but I was just like every other Mom out there. I was the one who documented everything and wouldn't eat anything if the doctor just mentioned not to eat excessive amounts. Samantha was healthy and her heat beat was strong. It ranged from 140-160 bpm. She was a kicker too. But she didn't want to come. Her due date was approaching-the 18th and she didn't come. I knew she wouldn't come. She wasn't ready.
I was induced on the 22nd of September because I had developed toxemia about a week before. But she did not want to come. I told everybody that, but nobody would listen of course. They passed it off as me being just a nervous Mom. They tried everything to get her to come. And the whole time I thought, "I told you so." They had to tried tree different times and 29 hours later, she came.
She made a 9 on her APGAR score, perfect they said because they always take off a point for color. (By the way, one of the things they grade on the APGAR is muscle tone.)
Three days later we took her home.
It is my passion. Early intervention is seeking help for your child before your worries become a real problem. My dream before I had my daughter was to become a teacher. After I had her, that all changed. My main goal in life was to become a therapist. Although, due to the requirements of the schoolwork I would have, I was not able to complete that dream. I decided to do Medical Transcribing instead. I wanted to be able to be here when she has all of her appointments. Many of which, she does not have anymore. (Thanks to early intervention.) And I want to be here to make sure she stays on track. In daycare, they were doing little to nothing for her and something had to be done. Since I was not able to bring awareness through my dream career, I hope to from home one step at a time. My first step is a small attempt, but it is the only thing I can do right now. I have no car-No money-Not a lot of time.
