"Come on, baby. You gotta eat." I say to Sofia. "No. Mommy I tired." She says, and her eyelids flutter. "Baby?" I ask. "Mommy," Jackson complains. "Sister is sleepy." He says. "I know." Around Sofia's mouth is blue, and I look for my phone. "Hi, yeah. My name is Amanda Caylen, and I am at 625 Kole Lane." I say to the 911 operator. "My daughter's mouth is blue, and she was complaining of being tired." I say. "We'll be there in 20 minutes. Try CPR." She says. I call JC. "Babe, you need to come home. Now." I put my hand by her nose to see if Sofia's breathing. She's not.
