She is home and herself again.

I am still trying to emotionally recover from what was the worst 36 hours of my life. Sunday morning, Autumn reached up and tipped over a bottle of pills. They were very small and she swallowed seven of them, before I found her and dug two more out of her mouth.

From there, it was a nightmare. She was very sick, agitated and experiencing what looked like a very terrifying experience. The helplessness I felt was overwhelming, as well as the anger with myself for being off guard. The poor little thing fought for a good 20 hours, and then fitfully tried to recover for another 16. Once she finally was able to sleep a little, she woke up groggy, but with her personality emerging. The second night, she slept all night and woke up ready to roll. Here she is that morning, being silly and funny even though she was totally perturbed by all of the tubing she had attached to her body.





We are home, and trying to act normal, but I'm afraid, emotionally I am still a bit fragile. We saw the hand of God several times to save our little girl and feel humbled and grateful beyond belief.