The pediatric trauma team was professional and gentle
at the same time. They put on a cervical collar in case of spinal
cord injury and began to approach her from all angles and
perspectives. A social worker needed to get basic information
from me, but when I expressed that at that particular moment
I needed to be right next to my confused and terrified girl while
she was being peppered with question after question, the social
worker pushed me through to this position. After years of
working hard to be attuned to the needs of my children, I
spoke words of comfort in a calm voice. These words came
almost automatically after lots and lots and lots of practice
doing the same for both of our girls in their early days, months,
and years with us. “Are you sure you are my mommy?” pierced
my ears and heart. Even though my girl was confused and
didn’t know who I was, she did respond to my voice. I heard
an observant team member say, “Mom is calming.” They let
me remain right by her side for the duration.
CT scans, x-rays, and ultrasounds were performed one
right after another. As she moved through the scans, I sang
special songs into her ear that were a part of her earliest days
in our family. “Skidamarink-adink-adink, skidamarink-adoo, I
love you” and a special song I made up just for her during her
early difficult adjustment days in our home flowed out from
my heart and voice. Each medical professional showed mercy
on mother and child as they communicated that one test after
another revealed no structural or internal damage. We heard
the message over and over again that she was extremely
lucky/fortunate/blessed. Both my young daughter and I came
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