|He LOVES his Great Aunt Beverly|
|He loves this little man William. He rocked him |
to sleep then did not want to put him down
so he just rested in Caleb's arms.
About four years ago he had a life altering accident. We had a new paved "black road" as the kids called it, it was a place where bikes, skateboards, roller blades, any toy with wheels were screaming in every kids garage "TAKE ME TO THE BLACK ROAD!" Our oldest begged to walked to the "black road" to try out his new rip-stick. While there our youngest, the dare devil, decided with the logic of a 7 year old that it would be fun to get on the rip-stick and hold on to a jacket of a boy riding a bike, in a moment, in the blink of any eye his life would be forever changed. He was whipped and thrown from a rip-stick (two wheel skateboard) and hit his head on the curb (no, he did not have his helmet because he was just a tag along). He blacked out, lost memory, did not know his name, and was taken to the hospital where we found out he had a skull fracture. At that time we were told 6-8 week recovery and he'll be just fine. If that were only the case. Since, he has had a complete personality change (but still a sweetie pie), he went from loving extreme sports to being timid, he has memory loss, concentration problems, speech problems, he picks up strange "ticks" from time to time and so on. Needless to say the 6-8 weeks of rest was not the answer. Following up again we were told sometimes these affects can last 4-5 years.
|I love that in the children's hospital ER |
with all the cool stuff they offer kids, he
chooses to watches the weather channel!
It was around 4:00am when we were given the news; "We think (don't you love that word) for now he is not in critical care, so we're going to send you home, but we're putting in a referral for him to see the neurologist and if you don't hear from them by tomorrow call this number. It would be a good idea to keep an eye on him through out the night until you get into see the neurologist." Oh, so reassuring and comforting those words were to this Mom.
Having been through testing, poking and prodding for several hours he was hungry. Trying to find a restaurant open at 4:00 am is no easy task but there is always good ole McDonald's! As we pulled into McDonalds my heart was flooded with gratefulness that we were pulling into McDonalds, knowing the outcome could have been drastically different and not knowing what were were facing, I was flooded with memories of his birth, his 11 years of life, the day he accepted Christ into his heart, and the moments of joy and laughter he has brought to our family.
After getting breakfast we began our 20 minute trip home. Tired from the night and ready for bed he was not! As we pulled away he said: "Mom, you ok? You look funny!" I smiled and said "I look like its 4am!" We had a good laugh and he continued talking, "Well, Mom, we have food, its dark, we're on our night date!" We laughed and I said with a heavy heart, "We sure are Buddy!" Although it was 4am, and I was physically exhausted, I decided this was the perfect time for a "Date at Night!"
He loves our new "big bridge" as he calls it, and we don't go that direction much, instead of going straight, I took a sharp turn the the right and he said with excitement "Mom, where are you going? This is not the way home!" I said; "Well, since were on our date, we're going the long way home!" With the biggest burst of excitement, he sat up in his seat, looked at me and said "This is GREAT!" We drove over the bridge and he looked at all the lights, talked about how different it looks at night, he looked straight up with amazement at the cables, laughed at stories of him and Dad walking across and fell in love with our city at night.
As we continued on our night date, he reached over, patted me on the arm and said; "You're the best Mom EVER!" A date at night. Very little money involved (well, lets not add in the hospital bill), just time. This way home we go over several smaller bridges and have lots to see. He talked the entire time and together we each etched a precious memory.
When we arrived home at 5:30 am he was content with our "Date at Night" he was tired complaining of being dizzy and he used up every last word. After greeting the dog, he turned out the light, looked at me and whispered; "I'm glad I'm home Mom!" I knew what he meant and as he hugged me goodnight, I could say nothing else but "I'm glad you're home too Buddy!"
|Brothers and Best Friends|