It’s scary how life can change in an instant…. I was so excited to get off work Wednesday evening. I cranked up the Christmas music in my car as I sped home and belted out all the words I knew. Throwing some jeans and a t-shirt on as soon as I got home, I ran upstairs to see if Connie was ready to go pick out a Christmas tree with me. On our drive to find the perfect tree, it started dumping rain. I could barely see the car in front of me. In fact, I questioned if I should pull off the road for awhile, but I slowly moved on. After looking at quite a few extremely pricy trees, we decided we’d go with our fallback. Good ol’ trusty Wal-Mart. After examining at least half of the trees there, we finally decided on one and threw it in the back of the van. When we got home, of course I had to rearrange the entire living room like 3 times until it was just right. Then we trudged down to the barn to retrieve all of the Christmas décor. That is when Connie got the call. I could only hear one side of the conversation, but that’s really all I needed to hear to understand that we wouldn’t be setting up the tree that night after all.
Several worried minutes and a couple phone calls later, and we were on our way to Erlanger to check on my cousin that had been in a car accident. Besides that, we really didn’t know what had happened or how he was doing. About 30 minutes of waiting in the lobby and then we were able to go back and see how bad the damage was. To my relief, physically he looked fine. However it only took a few minutes back there to realize he wasn’t completely himself. “What happened? Who was driving? Is Gabi ok? Who’s car was it? Where are my parents? Did you call everyone that needs to know? What day is it? Where’s my phone?” After answering all the questions, it was only a few minutes before they began again. The cat scan came back showing nothing, so he was soon discharged just as confused as when he had arrived. A boy all alone… dad in Japan, mom in New Mexico, sister in Boliva, sister in Brazil, sister in Australia, and brother in England. However he wasn’t lacking family that loved him. I took him home with me ready to wake him up every couple hours to check on him and slightly relieved that I wouldn’t be going in to work the next day. By the time we got him home and were trying to put him to bed, he was getting worse. The questions never stopped as soon as finished asking the set of questions, he’d immediately start again. Finally we got him to stop asking for a couple seconds and ran out of his room so he could sleep. The next morning showed little signs of improvement. He was back to waiting several minutes before re-asking the questions. So I got him all comfy on the couch, turned the TV on, and decided that I should probably set up the tree before it died.
It’s not exactly easy or fun to set up a tree by yourself, but that’s just what I ended up doing. All the while he slept on the couch, passed out from the pain killers. When he finally did wake up from his nap, I was so relieved to discover that his memory was slowly coming back. He wasn’t asking me repeat questions any more. I’m sooo thankful that God protected them and they both walked away from the accident with only minor injuries. It was shortly after all this fiasco that I realized how much I enjoyed staying home and taking care of him. I truly can’t wait until I have my own little kidlets to take care of all the time.
Several worried minutes and a couple phone calls later, and we were on our way to Erlanger to check on my cousin that had been in a car accident. Besides that, we really didn’t know what had happened or how he was doing. About 30 minutes of waiting in the lobby and then we were able to go back and see how bad the damage was. To my relief, physically he looked fine. However it only took a few minutes back there to realize he wasn’t completely himself. “What happened? Who was driving? Is Gabi ok? Who’s car was it? Where are my parents? Did you call everyone that needs to know? What day is it? Where’s my phone?” After answering all the questions, it was only a few minutes before they began again. The cat scan came back showing nothing, so he was soon discharged just as confused as when he had arrived. A boy all alone… dad in Japan, mom in New Mexico, sister in Boliva, sister in Brazil, sister in Australia, and brother in England. However he wasn’t lacking family that loved him. I took him home with me ready to wake him up every couple hours to check on him and slightly relieved that I wouldn’t be going in to work the next day. By the time we got him home and were trying to put him to bed, he was getting worse. The questions never stopped as soon as finished asking the set of questions, he’d immediately start again. Finally we got him to stop asking for a couple seconds and ran out of his room so he could sleep. The next morning showed little signs of improvement. He was back to waiting several minutes before re-asking the questions. So I got him all comfy on the couch, turned the TV on, and decided that I should probably set up the tree before it died.
It’s not exactly easy or fun to set up a tree by yourself, but that’s just what I ended up doing. All the while he slept on the couch, passed out from the pain killers. When he finally did wake up from his nap, I was so relieved to discover that his memory was slowly coming back. He wasn’t asking me repeat questions any more. I’m sooo thankful that God protected them and they both walked away from the accident with only minor injuries. It was shortly after all this fiasco that I realized how much I enjoyed staying home and taking care of him. I truly can’t wait until I have my own little kidlets to take care of all the time.
