Once a week I literally think my daughter is dying.Nobody
warned me that once your child starts to walk it becomes a choice between life and death. For instance at church the other day she does the "oh I'm just gonna walk of the bench." End result, her face connects with carpet, oh but wait the body keeps trying to do a backward somersault, which leaves me to believe my daughter just broke her neck.
Not dead but thought she was going to be.
Another instance was when we were back home to visit family.
My dad wasn't gonna get to see us so he asked us to pull over on the side of the highway,
cause we were passing each other.
Me being the proud parent of a walking child quickly got Molly out
of her car seat and on to the cement.
Problem #1 the highway slopes into the ditch
Problem #2 Molly had just started walking less then a week before
Problem #3 Her mother set her down facing the slope
and
Problem #4 Her mother let go of her
Do you know what all of these problem equal?
Yup you guessed it, her face connected to the pavement.
There was blood and dirt and a goose egg the size of a goose egg
(which totally makes sense as to why they call it a goose egg)
Once again I thought my daughter was dying.
Molly was bawling while her daddy held her
and Kwynne was bawling while her daddy held her.
Needless to say Grandpa Parry never got to see Molly walk that day.
This picture was taken 4 days after the incident so the healing had already begun.
At this point I'm just really hoping and praying she reaches the ripe old age of 2.
warned me that once your child starts to walk it becomes a choice between life and death. For instance at church the other day she does the "oh I'm just gonna walk of the bench." End result, her face connects with carpet, oh but wait the body keeps trying to do a backward somersault, which leaves me to believe my daughter just broke her neck.
Not dead but thought she was going to be.
Another instance was when we were back home to visit family.
My dad wasn't gonna get to see us so he asked us to pull over on the side of the highway,
cause we were passing each other.
Me being the proud parent of a walking child quickly got Molly out
of her car seat and on to the cement.
Problem #1 the highway slopes into the ditch
Problem #2 Molly had just started walking less then a week before
Problem #3 Her mother set her down facing the slope
and
Problem #4 Her mother let go of her
Do you know what all of these problem equal?
Yup you guessed it, her face connected to the pavement.
There was blood and dirt and a goose egg the size of a goose egg
(which totally makes sense as to why they call it a goose egg)
Once again I thought my daughter was dying.
Molly was bawling while her daddy held her
and Kwynne was bawling while her daddy held her.
Needless to say Grandpa Parry never got to see Molly walk that day.
This picture was taken 4 days after the incident so the healing had already begun.
At this point I'm just really hoping and praying she reaches the ripe old age of 2.













