3 weeks later...
Kimberly ❤️
"Yeah Jeremiah! Good job!" I exclaim, clapping as he shot a 3.
It was me and Monica at Jeremiah's game. Zeke and Dak ran off with the rest of the kids. The only child I had with me was Cameron, and Monica had Rachel with her.
We watched as both teams ran down the court, dribbling and communicating. I quickly turn away to talk to Monica.
"How's Landon doing?" I ask.
"He's great. Actually more than great, but you get my point?" She said.
I giggle, nodding.
"What about Jeremiah? How's he been?" She asked.
"Well for starters, the vomiting stopped, thank god. The doctors gave me medicine to give him, and it's worked. But I just have this feeling that he's not going to get any better. He went from throwing up to complaining about his head hurting. The doctor said those are just temporary side affects to the medicine, but he's been waking up screaming. I don't know what else to do." I explain.
She nods.
"I'm scared Mo." I say.
"Hey it's alright, it's a normal thing for a mother to be scared about her child's health." She said, wiping some tears of mine that I didn't even know had slipped.
I nod, wiping away the rest. I sniffle, turning back to the game. Cameron was occupied with my phone and her Minnie Mouse headphones. When the noise was too much, I'd have her wear those headphones.
Hearing the sound of the whistle blowing frantically, I immediately looked up. There was a kid laying on the floor, not moving one bit.
"Jeremiah!" I heard the coach scream.
My eyes widened as I stood up. I place Cameron in my seat and run top speed down the bleachers.
"Shit!" I exclaim.
I kneel down beside him, grabbing his limp body. He was up, and aware. But he looked so weak.
"Mommy?" He asked, hoarsely.
"I'm here for you baby boy, I'm right here." I say, running my fingers through his small curls.
"What'd you hit Jeremiah?" The coach asked.
"My head." He replied, rubbing the back of his head.
"How many fingers do I have up Jeremiah?" The team's trainer asked, holding up 4 fingers.
"4." Jeremiah answered.
"Is your vision blurry?" The trainer asked.
Jeremiah nodded. "A little."
I continued to hold his small body in my arms. I kissed his forehead multiple times.
"Mommy loves you stinka." I say.
"I love you too mommy." He said.
I smile through small tears, kissing his face again.
"Jeremiah, we're gonna have the ambulance come. They're gonna take you to the hospital to make sure you're okay. Okay?" The trainer said.
"Okay." Jeremiah said.
I wanted to question it, but I knew I couldn't. There was no point in doing so. I just continued to kiss his forehead, letting him know that I'm here.
*****
I sat beside Jeremiah's hospital bed as he slept peacefully. It was confirmed that he had a concussion, after running some test.
He was up for about 5 hours, before they let him fall asleep. I sat there with one leg crossed over the other, holding his small hand in mine.
Monica took Cameron home with her, because I told her to. She called me a few minutes ago telling me that Dak was on his way here.
After about 30 more minutes, I heard movement at the door.
"How is he?" I hear.
I turn and see Dak.
"He's doing okay. They said he should be up in another hour." I explain.
He nods, walking over toward me. I stood up to let him have my seat. He then sat me on his lap. I laid my head on his chest, sighing. Which shortly led to tears.
"Shh baby girl, stop crying." He said, kissing the back of my head.
"I can't. I just want him to be okay." I say, playing with Jeremiah's small fingers as tears fell.
I read his hospital wristband about 400 times, and it drove me nuts each time.
"He shouldn't be here. He should be outside in the backyard with his siblings, playing football or basketball. He shouldn't be hooked up to wires." I exclaim.
Dak rubbed my arms, kissing the back of my shoulder. I close my eyes, saying a prayer. Praying to god that he wouldn't take my baby away from me.
He's gonna be okay. I know it.
*****
2 days later...
It's been 2 days. And I haven't left Jeremiah's side once.
He was wide awake now. Talking and all. But he was still hooked up to multiple wires and he still looked very weak.
I was laying down in the bed with him, reading his favorite book to him. He held his Storm Trooper action figure close to him. He made me bring it from home.
He looked up at me as I finished reading a chapter.
"Mommy, am I going to die?" He asked.
My heart felt like I was just stabbed.
"No baby, you're going to be okay. The doctor says you're going to be okay." I say.
"What if I'm not?" He asked.
"Well you are. That's the good thing about it." I say.
He slightly smiled as I kiss his forehead.
"Will I ever play basketball again?" He asked.
His curiosity was making me want to cry.
"Yes baby. You will. You're gonna play on your favorite NBA team." I say.
"With Stephen Curry and Klay Thompson?" He asked.
"Yup. And they're going to help you become the best Point Guard in the NBA ever." I say.
He smiled.
"Don't cry mommy. I'm going to be okay. You said so." He said.
"I did, I know I did. And you are. When you get out of here, the first thing we're gonna do is eat ice cream and watch movies. It'll just be me and you. Okay stinka?" I say.
He nods.
"Can we turn the channel? What show is this?" He asked, curiously.
I giggle.
"Two and a half men." I say.
"Oh." He said.
I smile, turning the channel to wrestling.
"I like this better." He said.
I chuckle, kissing his forehead.
"Then we'll watch this instead." I say.
He grins.
"I love you Stinka." I say.
"I love you too mommy." He said.
I kiss his forehead again, holding his head close to my chest. My fingers massage his hair, to keep me and him in comfort.
My baby boy 😘.
