An officer came in from the front. At first glance I recognized him. He had been in our home before for dinner with his girlfriend who was a friend of ours. She had also brought him with her to help us tear out old sheet rock when we remodeled our master bedroom. Because he was familiar with our family I felt a connection to him that he could help. I expected him to take over with CPR, but he assessed the situation and soon after more people arrived. Who they were was a blur. I remember one of them asking for a screwdriver to open a black box, maybe for oxygen. I didn’t want to leave Bryer’s side. I felt torn as I went to Jason’s toolbox to find one, but couldn’t. They struggled to find a way to open it and I don't remember them ever being successful.
A neighbor opened the door and asked if I needed any help. I told her to go get Jason from the church. I remember another neighbor coming in and asking what she could do. Walker was upstairs looking down from the balcony without a diaper on still, so I asked Piper to get a diaper for me and handed it to the neighbor to put it on him. I talked to Piper and let her know that the people here were to help Bryer, that it would be okay. As a 4 year old I was concerned that she would be worried about all the strange people making a fuss about her baby sister. I was uneasy about Bryer, but remained calm as I thought it was probably just a seizure like Sawyr had when he was little (now nearing 7). Jason walked through the door about that time and tried to understand what was happening. I tried to fill him in as I quickly gathered a few things to take with me in the ambulance with Bryer. We swapped cell phones so he could put mine on the charger in the car while he followed us.
For the first time I felt irritated. They seemed to move at such a relaxed pace as the paramedics finally put an oxygen mask on Bryer. As one gave the other instructions how to turn it on, I kept reassuring myself, “They are trained and they know what they are doing.” I talked to Bryer, rubbed her fuzzy head, and tried to wake her as she struggled with a labored cry every few minutes. It was then that one of the paramedics mentioned three little spots on the top of Bryer’s head. She suggested they looked like three little fingerprints. Although they were much lighter than her purple ear, the spots on the top of her head were apparent. I also noticed that her other ear had some discoloration, none of which was consistent with the seizures that Sawyr had when he was little. I continued to root Bryer on as she cried weakly, telling her what a strong girl she was.