September 22nd, 2002
Week 18
Ireland crawled into the kitchen before Dave could grab her. He ran in and snatched her. She started to whine. He sighed deeply.
"I know." He said, "Teething sucks." He walked into the living room and placed Ireland down among all of her toys. She frowned but started to play anyway. "Daddy will be right back." Dave shuffled to the stairs and made sure the gate was secure. He glanced up the stairwell. Randi was in bed. The pregnancy was making her even more tired then the last one did.
Dave walked into the kitchen. He had to something for Ireland. Cutting her teeth was really bugging her. He grabbed a washcloth and opened the freezer. He pulled out a few ice cubes and wrapped them in the cloth. Hopeful gnawing on this would soothe her somewhat. He walked back to the living room to find it empty.
"Ireland? Where did you run off to?" Dave put the washcloth down and went into the playroom, "Landsie?" No signs of her. "Ireland??" He got on his hands and knees and peered underneath everything. Dave stood up and sighed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He moved into the hallway and glanced in the bathroom. No daughter. He stepped ver the gate and walked upstairs. "Randi?"
"What?" She mumbled from bed.
"Do you have Ireland?" He asked glancing in her nursery. Dave walked to the new baby's room. Still nothing.
"Funny." Randi said sitting up and looking at him. "Where is she?"
"I...I don't know." Dave said running his hand through his hair. "I've looked everywhere. I can't find her."
"Don't joke like that." Randi snapped rubbing her stomach, "Where is Ireland?"
"I don't know!!" Dave cried, "Ireland!!! Come out this isn't funny." Panic started to set in Dave's chest. Randi got up her hands shaking. Something made her go to the window. Randi's world seemed to stop as a blood-curdling scream escaped from her throat.
"THE POOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. Dave looked over her shoulder and saw a tiny body in the pool. Dave's body bolted out of the room and down the stairs. He soared over the gate and ran out onto the deck. Without thinking, he dove into the pool and grabbed his daughter. Randi's screams could still be heard out here. Dave swam to the edge of the pool and put Ireland's limp body on the deck. Words couldn't describe the feelings that were coursing though his body.
Dave jumped up next to his daughter and immediately started CPR. He could hear Randi on the phone with the paramedics. He looked at his daughter's blue lips and gentle pushed on her chest. He couldn't remember how to do CPR on infants. He cursed himself. Dave bit his lip and scooped Ireland up in his arms.
"Come on baby." He turned her over and smacked her back. It was slowly coming back to him. "Ireland, come on." The pool man was suppose to come that week to install the safety gate. Dave cursed and continued to smack on Irelands back. Ireland started to choke on a mouth full of water. She coughed it up and started to scream. Randi bolted outside.
"Oh god!" She grabbed Ireland and held her tightly. "Its all right baby. Its all right." Dave collapsed against the deck. He put his facein his hands and cried softly. "Its okay Baby." Randi clutched her daughter tightly as Doris and Pamela ran back there. Randi explained to them everything that happened. Dave still couldnt move. He was in shock. Almost. He had almost lost his presious angel.
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Week 18
Ireland crawled into the kitchen before Dave could grab her. He ran in and snatched her. She started to whine. He sighed deeply.
"I know." He said, "Teething sucks." He walked into the living room and placed Ireland down among all of her toys. She frowned but started to play anyway. "Daddy will be right back." Dave shuffled to the stairs and made sure the gate was secure. He glanced up the stairwell. Randi was in bed. The pregnancy was making her even more tired then the last one did.
Dave walked into the kitchen. He had to something for Ireland. Cutting her teeth was really bugging her. He grabbed a washcloth and opened the freezer. He pulled out a few ice cubes and wrapped them in the cloth. Hopeful gnawing on this would soothe her somewhat. He walked back to the living room to find it empty.
"Ireland? Where did you run off to?" Dave put the washcloth down and went into the playroom, "Landsie?" No signs of her. "Ireland??" He got on his hands and knees and peered underneath everything. Dave stood up and sighed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He moved into the hallway and glanced in the bathroom. No daughter. He stepped ver the gate and walked upstairs. "Randi?"
"What?" She mumbled from bed.
"Do you have Ireland?" He asked glancing in her nursery. Dave walked to the new baby's room. Still nothing.
"Funny." Randi said sitting up and looking at him. "Where is she?"
"I...I don't know." Dave said running his hand through his hair. "I've looked everywhere. I can't find her."
"Don't joke like that." Randi snapped rubbing her stomach, "Where is Ireland?"
"I don't know!!" Dave cried, "Ireland!!! Come out this isn't funny." Panic started to set in Dave's chest. Randi got up her hands shaking. Something made her go to the window. Randi's world seemed to stop as a blood-curdling scream escaped from her throat.
"THE POOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed. Dave looked over her shoulder and saw a tiny body in the pool. Dave's body bolted out of the room and down the stairs. He soared over the gate and ran out onto the deck. Without thinking, he dove into the pool and grabbed his daughter. Randi's screams could still be heard out here. Dave swam to the edge of the pool and put Ireland's limp body on the deck. Words couldn't describe the feelings that were coursing though his body.
Dave jumped up next to his daughter and immediately started CPR. He could hear Randi on the phone with the paramedics. He looked at his daughter's blue lips and gentle pushed on her chest. He couldn't remember how to do CPR on infants. He cursed himself. Dave bit his lip and scooped Ireland up in his arms.
"Come on baby." He turned her over and smacked her back. It was slowly coming back to him. "Ireland, come on." The pool man was suppose to come that week to install the safety gate. Dave cursed and continued to smack on Irelands back. Ireland started to choke on a mouth full of water. She coughed it up and started to scream. Randi bolted outside.
"Oh god!" She grabbed Ireland and held her tightly. "Its all right baby. Its all right." Dave collapsed against the deck. He put his facein his hands and cried softly. "Its okay Baby." Randi clutched her daughter tightly as Doris and Pamela ran back there. Randi explained to them everything that happened. Dave still couldnt move. He was in shock. Almost. He had almost lost his presious angel.
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