Nova
Trying to get Blake up was a struggle every morning and today was no different. All he every wanted to do was sleep. It was kinda odd, because most little kids hate sleep. I got his clothes out and ran his bath, before bothering him. Walking back in his room, I prepared for a battle.
"Blake" I called as I shook him for the hundredth time. Still he hadn't moved a muscle or protested, which surprised me.
"Blake, were gonna' be late." I said slightly annoyed. He was just being so extra this morning. Sighing I stood up towering over him, I flipped him over, placing him in my arms while his body dragged off the bed like dead weight. Laying him back on the bed I began shaking him again. I got nothing, nothing at all. Immediately panicking I called "911" connecting with an operator.
"What's your emergency?"
"My son, he's.... he's unresponsive. I don't know what's wrong with him." I managed to say through cries.
"Ma'am, we're sending someone immediately."
The operator stay on the phone, coaching me on how to perform CPR correctly. I followed all her directions and still had no response. I tilted his head then breathed in his mouth, before pushing down compressions on him. I still got nothing
"Oh my God!" I screamed, running my clammy hands over my face, looking at his lifeless body. I continued to try to resuscitate him. I can't lose him! Hearing pounds on my front door caused me to jump, I ran downstairs, opened the door and showed them to Blake's room. My sobs could be heard through out the room, I watched as they worked on his little body. This isn't the way I want to remember my baby, he was just fine yesterday. I couldn't lose Blake. Truthfully, I'd probably end it.
Why me, Lord? Why me? This had me questioning if God was real, through all my trials and tribulations in life I never once doubted the man above. I've been through some crazy shit, but this definitely had me second guessing him.
"We have a pulse. We need to get him to a hospital!" A paramedic yelled. I watched as they scraped him on the gurney. I slipped on my shoes and followed after like a lost puppy.
The ride to the hospital was excruciating, I cried non stop, as any mother would.
"Ma'am, he has a good chance of surivial." A paramedic said causing me to look up. I nodded in return, I mean that's all I could do. I didn't want to think of losing him. How would I be able to go on? I wouldn't be able to return home, and pass his room everyday. I couldn't and I wouldn't. I silently prayed, Momma Kate always said pray or worry. I couldn't help but worry.
Now I'm sitting in the waiting room alone, hoping my baby makes it. I decided on calling Kirko. I don't know why I didn't before, I guess I was caught up in everything. His phone rung straight to voicemail, I called over and over and it ended in the same result. I left him a voicemail letting him know what was going on. I didn't have time to think about him and what he was doing. For all I know he could be with Ashley right now, but I could careless.
I called Bri after she picked on the second ring.
"You gotta' come to the hospital, something's wrong with Blake." I sobbed.
"What hospital?"
"UCLA Medical Center" I couldn't even finish before I heard the phone click indicating she hung up.
Sighing I looked around this eery waiting room through my blurred vision. It was only two other people in here, the whole place gave me a bad vibe. I brought the tissue to my eyes wiping the tears that continuously fell and removed the wet strands of hair that were glued to my face. I'm sure I looked a mess, but I didn't care.
