I look up in alarm as ten staff members take off in a dead run down the hallway. The alarm continues to repeat the location as more staff members head that direction.
I'll never get used to it. Somewhere down the hall, someone's child is fighting for his or her life. Next time, it could be room 6. Somewhere, there is a mom praying that her child will make it. Tears roll down my cheeks for her, because I've been there. The image of 15 staff members crowding the room to attend to my daughter as her oxygen levels plummet will forever be sketched in my head.
And I know that up and down the hallway, there are moms and dads just like me praying for the situation, but silently thanking God that it wasn't their child.
Because, you see, parents like us--we live in the woods with our kids. They are never truly "out of the woods." We have just learned to find beauty in what the woods has to offer and make the best of it.