911

We tell her to call the ambulance.  I change clothes and am on my way.  There really is no describing how I feel on that drive.  Will my daughter be alive?  Will this be the last time I see her?  Will she be in a coma and a "vegetable" her whole life?  I can't even remember if or what I prayed...pretty sure there was some begging and pleading on my part, as I am often prone to do in times of trouble.  I can't remember how I drove there. 

The ambulance was already outside their house but not up in Megan's room.  Nosey neighbors were already looking out windows.  I run upstairs and see Joe "yelling" at Syd trying to get her to "wake up".  Megan and Anna, another friend, were crying.  Vomit drools out of the side of Sydney's mouth.  She makes a groaning sound, or some kind of vocal, glutteral, noise. 

The paramedics are looking at her now...trying to get her to wake up.  I don't remember much until they are loading her into the ambulance.  He said she would be okay.  What does that mean?  She will be alive, but will only be making these glutteral noises for the rest of her life?  What does that mean?!?

Joe takes Megan and I behind the ambulance.  Again, this is so unreal!  He is driving as fast as they are following the ambulance that has MY DAUGHTER in it.  Are you kidding me?  It's not a dream. It's not a dream. That's my kid in there.  My child...flesh of my flesh.  Unreality that is stark reality.

John is there by the time we get there. 

They say the bad things that happen after a divorce are not punishment for the divorce, but that divorce IS the punishment.  It is not God's will and does not please Him.  My ex and I are, to say in the least, not friends.  Most of the time we aren't even friendly although this has begun to change.  The call to tell her dad was hard.  It's not a call anyone wants to get or anyone wants to make.   

We knew that it would be ugly...and it was.  We asked them to get an officer to come down knowing whatever was going to happen when he got there, we would need help.  This was not a time for accusations and "I told you so's".  There are PLENTY to go around.  Take a heaping serving-because NO ONE escapes that one!

He came in and dished out servings in front of everyone and the officer had him removed.  They had to usher us (mom and stepdad) into a different area to let him visit.  Then take him to a different part for our turn.  It was ridiculous.  To this day it still makes my blood boil. 

Her blood alcohol level was twice the "normal" limit....whatever THAT means.  What it did mean, is that at her age and her size she could have died that night.  The amount of alcohol she drank was scary.    She was extremely dehydrated and on an IV.  Thankfully, she had vomited most of the poison out of her.  Thankfully, her "friend" dropped her off somewhere that she would be cared for.  Thankfully, her friend, Megan, was brave enough to wake up her parents.  Gratefully, God has spared her life.