Above is the blog hop photo prompt; below is my story that goes with it. Enjoy!
Mandatory words: carrot, potato, day, cough, magazine
“Round like a p’tato and orange like a carrot, you are a gerbil and I am a parrot! Hahaha!” Sarah laughed at her own silly song and skipped ahead of her mother down the path.
“You are a silly bean. That’s what you are, my dear,” said her mother, Margaret, with a smile. “Don’t get too far ahead, Sarah.”
“I won’t.” Sarah said, running back to Margaret’s side. “Silly billy willy bean!” Sarah squealed in delight. “Mama, I know how to rhyme. Did you know that? Teacher Susan taught me.”
“Yes. I can see that.” Margaret watched her five-year old skip and hop a few paces ahead. So vibrant and alive today, it was hard to believe Sarah was in the hospital only two weeks ago, on the verge of fighting for her life.
Margaret had known something wasn’t right. Sarah’s cough had become more violent, so much so that her little one could hardly breathe. Everyone, including the new doctor, insisted it was croup; Margaret wasn’t convinced. She felt in her gut something was not right but was unable to pinpoint what could be wrong.
One of Margaret’s worst fears came to life when Sarah had woken up at 2 a.m. with a coughing fit so intense, she’d stopped breathing all together. Margaret’s husband called 9-1-1 and they spent the rest of the night and half the next day in the emergency room.
But it was during this scare that the answer to Sarah’s ailment became clear. In a random, and what even might be called an act of God, Margaret’s eyes fell upon an open Parents Magazine in Sarah’s room. “Refusal to Vaccinate causes Re-Emergence of Historic Childhood Diseases” read the bold red letters across the top. Of course, Sarah had all her vaccinations, but Margaret’s instinct took over. She scanned the article for confirmation of her thoughts. And there it was in a “Top 5 List of Diseases on the Rise”#2 was Pertussis, also known as Whooping Cough. That was it!
Within an hour, Sarah was given the proper antibiotics, and here she was now, scampering along like nothing had ever happened.
“Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish. How many pieces do you wish?” Sarah twirled to face her mother and walked backwards. “How many pieces mama?”
Margaret laughed. “I’ll take five pieces.”
“Wow! Five? You could blow a bubble as big as that tree!”
“Or,” said Margaret, “I could blow a bubble so big I could float up to the clouds!”
Sarah’s face lit up with a bright grin and she let out a giggle. “Whoa! Yeah! C’mon mama! Let’s walk faster.”
“Ah, darling. Let’s not walk too fast. There’s no need to rush through life, hm? Come sit with me on this bench and play I Spy.”
Sarah paused for brief moment and pondered her mother’s words. “Yeah! Okay! Can I go first? Please?”
“Of course,” Margaret said with a smile.
Sarah crawled into her mother’s lap. “I spy with my little eye…”
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