Yesterday was  another day that will always be remembered. First it was when my son almost lost his finger, now this.

Yesterday at 8.02 the phone rang. My husband had just taken our son to school. School starts at 8.00 normally. First I couldn’t understand who it was that was calling, because we get so many sales calls and she couldn’t get my name right I almost got irritated. It was from school; Choriço had fallen and hit his chin. I asked if he was bleeding and the answer was yes and he will probably need stitching. It was that last part that upset me.

I quickly called a friend of mine whose son is a classmate of Choriço. Only that yesterday she hadn’t taken him to school. She quickly took me to school where little Choriço was waiting. He started crying when I came and was bleeding a little. The cut wasn’t very deep, but deep enough to need stitching. So I took him to the local health center and then off to the hospital. Amazingly we were attended to quickly. He needed four stitches. As the doctor was doing her job I held his arms and looked the other way talking about Christmas and Transformers.

As the doctor applied the anastetic he screamed, but the pain was over in an instant and he got so quiet that I was afraid something had happend and had to ask if he was OK. A quick look and he was.

It was a scary experience, not as scary as the finger one, but surely something I will remeber.. and he as well…

As I was cleaning up piles of cut papers, toys, crayons and additional mess my son made last night I couldn’t help thinking that there will be a day when I will miss this mess.

Right now I think it is pretty boring and time consuming to clean up after him and I was thinking just that a moment ago when a different thought came into mind and made the cleaning much easier. There will be a day when there won’t be any mess to clean up…

And that is a pretty sad thought actually, not at all nice as you might think. Instead I am reminded that these years will soon be gone to never come back. Son my son will be grown up and won’t need me to pick up after him any longer. He will be able to fix his sandwiches himself (actually he could really be doing that), he won’t need me to tell him what not to do or what to do.

I see how big my son already is, he is five now and I find that incredibly hard to believe. Where did my baby go?? That tiny little thing I held in my arms on New Years Eve 2003? Actually he was meant to be born January 1st on 2004, but instead the doctors decided that Dec 29 2003 would be a better day. I remember it like it was yesterday yet those days are so far away….

I’ll just continue to clean up this mess and be thankful that I have some mess to clean up, that is a blessing I was given.

School has been good for my son and I can tell he is liking it. He is learning new things and making new friends. The other day he came home and told the story about the boy that said he was sorry and apologized for the bad things he’d done.  So now my son is apologizing for things all the time out of the blue. Funny, I’ve been telling him this since forever but that obviously didn’t help. lol.

Every day we go home with another boy and his mom and today the other little boy told me that Choriço had cried for his mommy. I was almost chocked; what cried after me?? Turned out it was true.

This “terrible “mom felt good hearing that. It was a reaffirmation that I am a good mom and missed every now and then. I thought that was so sweet.

I must be doing something good if I’m missed…

Just writing this title gives me the creeps actually. Yesterday we had a horrible experience here at home and I wish no one to go through what we had to go through.

We had just come back from my in-laws when this happened. I went out to the front to read in the hammock, my husband went to the back to check on his birds and little Chroriço sat in the living room with his daddy’s little toolbox. In this little toolbox there are mostly nails and screws and Choriço often plays with it. I had not even been in the hammock for a minute when I heard my husband calling. I could tell it was not the normal “come here” calling but a desperate sound. I quickly ran inside asking what had happened.

Choriço had a metal ring around his right hands index finger and the ring would not come off. I’m not sure what this ring is called really but it is the flat ring you add before you add a screw to secure the screw somehow. Hope this make sense.  Well we tried removing the ring with oil and soap but nothing worked. My son was screaming it was hurting and his finger started to swell. I told my husband to call 911 who told him to go the the hospital. Thankfully we live close to the best hospital in town. Only that when we went to the car little Choriço had been fixing with the alarm somehow and the doors to the car wouldn’t close. So we left the car open and ran over to my in-laws who live a street away and borrowed their car instead.

We arrived at the hospital and had to wait for about 30 minutes or so before they called my son. I told my husband to go with him as he has the power to remain calmer than me in situations like this. They went inside and I sat outside waiting. The waiting room is literally outside the hospital and you can not get in without passing through the doorman. They have a little “chapel” with a few benches where you can pray and I went there to pray that everything would be OK with my son.  After almost an hour, I had no watch so I’m not entirely sure how long it was, I went up to the doorman and asked if I could go see my son. The doorman was this grumpy old man who started complaining to the secretary about the rules of the hospital and so on and let me know I could not enter. He said something like “well they just squeeze a little here and there and it comes off” I replied “well if it was that easy don’t you think he would have come out by now then?” The man didn’t say anything but remained silent.

About ten minutes passed and suddenly the fire brigade comes to the hospital. The men quickly got out of the van, picked up a toolbox and some other stuff and went inside the hospital. This is when my heart started jumping even more and I told the lady sitting next to me waiting that it must be because of my son. I mean why would the fire brigade come to the hospital and go inside with a toolbox? I waited a bit more and about ten or fifteen minutes passed and one of the firemen comes running outside to get something from the van and I couldn’t stay calm outside any longer. I went to the doorman and asked him if the fire brigade was there because of my son and he sighed and said yes. Grumpily he told me he didn’t want to tell me because he knew I would get upset but finally told me where to go.

I couldn’t find the room where my son was but heard him screaming. When I finally found the room I could hardly see my son because the room was full of people. My son was screaming “it’s burning it’s burning” and I could hear the sound of an electric saw. I finally saw my son  but had to grab a  doctor and ask where my husband was because I couldn’t see him. My husband was squeezed in to the corner of the bed holding my son. I swear that everyone in the hospital came to see what was happening. Me, I tried to stay calm and continued to pray. I felt so helpless and was on the verge of tears but didn’t cry out of fear that if I started I wouldn’t be able to stop.

They finally manged to cut through the ring but it was still stuck on his finger and every time they touched it my son screamed that it was hurting. After what seemed as an eternity the ring came off. My husband had to go outside and move the car and I stayed with Choriço who only needed two minutes to recover to his old playful self. We spend another two hours in the hospital doing an x-ray and waiting for the Dr to release us. During this time my son almost made me and the other patients crazy as he could stay still but it was good to see that he was fine again.

This was a horrible moment and we were afraid that Choriço would lose his finger or something worse. I have still not recovered from yesterday. I truly hope to never have to go through anything like this again but I thank God nothing worse happened. I’ve now told Choriço that the only thing you can put on your body is clothes and when he gets older he can have a ring, a wedding ring. lol. The little toolbox is now forbidden and we will be ever so careful about letting him out of sight again!

Today we are celebrating with a cake as it is his 5th birthday today! Thank you God for this wonderful little miracle I have in my life. He is a true blessing!

For those of you who have children; please be attentive and pray for their protection. Life is so vulnerable.