So it has definitely been a LONG time since my last post. Life has been... well let's just say INSANE!
Between working as a cleaner and doing my arts and crafts on the side, I have also been dealing with multiple other things going on in my life.
On May 25th My husband brought the bobcat home to do some landscaping. My son Owen LOVES the bobcat, his favorite thing in the world I would say... next to his toy trucks and chocolate chips. My husband grew up around those things, and does it for work, so it's safe to say that he is completely capable and comfortable. He also grew up taking rides with his Dad growing up. My son was having a bucket ride and my daughter was on his lap in the safety of the bobcat. I was across the yard sweeping the firepit area when I heard my husbands panicked voice say "oh my God". I ran right over to find my son holding up his right hand... it had been crushed between the bucket a nd the machine. It was an aweful sight, and panick quickly sunk in. I did the typical mom reaction of FREAKING OUT!!! I was screaming and just kept saying "oh my God". Luckily my husband is a calm person and also rational under stress. He told me to go inside and get a cloth to cover it up. On my way in the house I called 911 .and we began to do what we could until they arrived (hold him still and keep calm). Luckily my neighbor heard my screaming and ran over to help out, she took my daughter and went for a walk. We live 30 minutes from the nearest larger town and so it felt like an eternity before they arrived. once they arrived we were rushed to Calgary to the Children's hospital. Within minutes the doctor was in the room and gave us the news that he would be going to the O.R. and would definitely lose some fingers. It was horrible. I felt so many different things all at the same time. I was broken inside, watching my son go through this aweful experience, feeling responsible for allowing it to happen, and I was releived that it was only his hand, I was sick from the visuals, and happy that we still had him! As they wheeled him away to the O.R I was a mess... the next two hours felt like an eternity... waiting to see he Dr. Waiting to KNOW that he made it through and what he was going to lose as far as fingers.......
When the Dr. came out and told us that they removed the two middle fingers, and that as far as fingers go, those are the least important... he would be able to do everything that anyone else can do, and that because he is so young, he will manage just fine!
What truly amazes me about this entire experience, is his STRENGTH, and BRAVERY! He cried hard for about 20 minutes, then was calm.... he knew what was going on, and he overcame it. The Dr. told us that most kids his age are freaking out in that O.R, but he was asking questions about hte machines and making jokes. Within two days of his surgery he was back to his normal self (once off the morhpine). he is such an amzing young man. I am SO proud of my little warrior! To overcome what he has, and with such strength and cunning... truly an acceptional person. It is going to be a long road of trips to the Dr. for bandage changes twice a week, then physio, and the emotional stress of it all. But I am confident that we can handle it as a family. This has definitely strengthened us, and given us a sense of appreciation.
About ten minutes before the accident I was watching them on the Bobcat and thought to myself that I was so thankful for this time in our lives, and reminded myself how precious it all is, and to soak it in. (strange how that all happened). i have been through ALOT of tragedy in my life, and so always have it in the back of my head to appreciate the moments as they happen, because they don't last... nothing lasts. The beauty in life is the moments... not the outcome. It was a bitter reminder of how fragile we are, and how quickly our lives can change. Don't take anything in this life for granted, that is foolish. Also don't be naive in thinking that we are above anything or anyone. it CAN happen to you, and the best we can do is recognize and appreciate the people in our lives and the time we have, and what we can learn from it all.
I wanna be like my son Owen for the rest of my life... Strong, brave, and quick to recover!!
