Anthoni

Hi, Honey. I love you. Momma loves her baby boy. That’s momma’s boy. I love you, Anthoni. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m sorry you hit your head. I hope it didn’t hurt. It scared me so, when you hit the floor as hard as you did. And when you wouldn’t breathe, my heart froze. I didn’t know what to think or do. I first shook you and told you to cry. You made a sound and then froze again.
Oh, Anthoni, I can’t even continue. It was horrible. I thought you were having another seizure. I screamed and went to lay you down as the hospital told me to do. Then your great-grandmother told me to shake you. I did that. Oh, the relief from your tears and your cry for comfort. Never before, have I been so glad to hear your cry. The last thing a mother wants, is to hear her child in pain. But that was a time, I would give anything to make you scream.

12-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni fell while running through my grandmother’s house, bumped his head when he hit the floor, and stopped breathing. It scared me so. It was just after being out of the hospital from having mysterious seizures. I screamed at him like the hospital said, but it did not work. My grandmother told me to shake him. Praise God it worked!

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