May 20, 2005
Send her wishes and good thoughts
Please send my baby good thoughts...she needs them!
May 19, 2005
Gizzmo
I have never in my life been so terrified.
My reaction? To hold her tight and scream, begging Paul to help me and not looking at her. I was too afraid to see the blood coming out of her mouth, to see her little burned red ears. I could'nt look at her nose without skin or watch her panting in distress.
Paul (in his usual calm manner) made the phone calls that needed to be made, held her while I threw on my bloody jeans and drove us to the vet.
They took her away from me and I could hear her screaming her "bath" screams the whole way. My body would'nt stop shaking and all I wanted was to hold her and call her a pretty girl.
After the all clear was given Paul dropped me off at work where I blubbered and spilled tears. After Paul came home with her and doped her up my boss let me go home to change into clean jeans and check on my baby girl. She won't let me hold her right now, but she seems to be sleeping well and not in any pain right now.
If it had been Frosty in there (usually it is him, the big lug, I can see him from a mile away!) I would have known and pulled him out with a pop on his bottom. All I can think of is the "bump, bump, bump" from the dryer as I was hurridly getting ready for work. I thought it was Cliff's shoes, the ones he said he was going to dry last night. But it wasn't. Until you live that moment, you don't know what it feels like. Helpless, screaming for Paul, not wanting to look, but having blood all over your arms and hands. I won't be able to dry clothes again for a LONG time.
My baby is okay now, a little skinless, but okay.
I have never felt so guilty in my life.