I was lost in the stacks, procuring an armful of books for one of my final research papers. Then the phone call came. I rushed outside to find my son, who was barely two, covered in blood. There was a frenzy and I can barely remember getting two toddlers in the car, much less the drive to the emergency room.
If you’ve ever been in the ER with a child, you know that the wait is more torturous than what ails him. C was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, a stack of paper towels pressed to his face. During our wait, I also discovered a lump on his head. That was the monkey wrench in his treatment plan.
Stitches were discussed, but they might have to give a sedative. Which couldn’t be given with a head injury… so we were hustled into a dark X-ray room protective lead aprons were draped over us as I was told to hold my child’s head still between two blocks. They would take two pictures–he screamed after the first “All done! All done!” From a child who barely talked. In hindsight, I imagine that the sound of the X-ray being taken was excruciating to him.
But those two words were gut wrenching and had done their damage. My heart actually broke that day and I will never be the same. I know now the true test of my role as mother and that I would do anything to protect my children.
I am linking up this week with Darcy from Tales from the Nursery and Mary from I Need a Playdate with their inaugural weekly prompt, Because Prompts Are Fun.