here?â I asked.
âGreg got a call about the accident. When we heard the name we knew it was you. I figured you didnât have anybody here, so I came to get your kids.â
I burst into fresh tears. I didnât know what to say. It was too much for me, watching this angel from God just swoop in and sweep up my kids. I introduced her to Ryan and Peyton, and I was even more stunned that they were willing to go with her. To me it was just proof of how badly they wanted to escape the nightmare playing out at the hospital.
As I walked the three of them to the elevator, I began crying again. The sobs took every breath I had, and suddenly I began to sway, everything went dark, and then my knees buckled and I fell to the floor.
âOh, honey,â Kristin said, rushing toward me. She put her arms around me and tried to console me.
Sobbing, I looked up at her and said what so far Iâd only been thinking. âWeâre gonna lose her.â
Todd
After the kids left, Tara and I sat together in a loveseat in the empty lobby and waited for the neurosurgeon to come speak to us. Silently, I prayed for Taylor. Câmon, God, youâve got to heal her , I begged. Tara was freezing. The staff brought her hot blankets, but even when she was wrapped in their heat, she couldnât stop shaking. We sat there for what seemed like hours, praying and waiting for news. Finally, the surgeon came out and asked us to join her in a small conference room.
âTaylor has a severe brain injury with a lot of swelling,â Dr. Pemblee * began. âWe operated, trying to do everything we could, butââ
âOh, God, have we lost our daughter?â Tara said, not wanting her to finish her sentence.
I was on the edge of my seat. My chest burned like an invisible vise was squeezing it, preventing me from breathing.
âIn the twenty-two years Iâve done this surgery, Iâve never seen anyone survive it,â Dr. Pemblee said. âYou need to prepare yourselves for that. Thatâs the reality.â
There was a long pause as I tried to make sense of her words. Taylor was alive? But, for how long?
Tara grabbed the edge of her seat as if to hold herself back, and then she suddenly started screaming. âGet out! Get out! I need you to leaveâright now!â
âTara, wait!â I said, grabbing her wrist.
âSheâs not going to die! Sheâs not!â Tara screamed. Dr. Pemblee looked down, busying herself with the notes in her lap.
I wrapped my arms around Tara and pulled her toward me. She buried her face into my chest and sobbed.
âCan we see her?â I asked. I glanced down at Tara, âWe need to see Taylor.â
âYes, but not yet. Sheâs still in surgery.â
Tara continued to sob into my chest. Dr. Pemblee didnât have a great bedside manner, but she was a neurosurgeon giving us neurological facts about our daughter. Facts we didnât want to believe. Tara was angry and she wanted the bearer of this unfathomably bad news gone, but I wanted to learn as much as I could. To Dr. Pembleeâs credit, at least she spoke in a way we could understand. I could see compassion in her eyes even if we didnât hear it in her words. I knew that other than God Himself, she was the only one who could save our daughter.
âOnce she is out of surgery, they will take her to ICU to get her stabilized. So it will be a while before you can see her. But in the meantime, I want you to be prepared for what youâre going to seeââ
Tara didnât want to hear any more. She pulled away from my chest and began to rock back and forth, wailing.
âSheâs going to have a lot of tubes connected to her. Sheâs on a ventilator, so be aware there is a large tube in her mouth and asmaller one in her nose. She has an external fixation deviceâa rod, basicallyâon her left leg to hold it in place, and sheâs hooked up to
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