Wednesday I was looking forward to our little outing to get eggs by bicycle so much, I began getting the bike set up and the bag packed around noon. We left at 4:30.
Thursday I started at 10AM. It was so good to be out riding with the boys. I loaded the Yuba with three stuffed garbage bags full of fabric to donate to an Artist Trading Card workshop series on our way to the River and Rail 1 year anniversary celebration, before going to Chat n Chew. My Tour de PATH cohert, Stacy G. met me at my house about 4PM on her bicycle to join in the cycling fun. Two bikes, five people, warm sunshiny day.
All was well. We dropped off the bags, rolled into Heritage Station, the boys ordered cookies and bread and walked to CommonGround to pick up my vegetable seed order. Oliver and I were on the patio with a reporter from the university snacking, talking and being merry. You get the picture right? We were having one of those child like days, full of joy.
In a quick moment, maybe quicker than quick, Oliver pulled an antique luggage trolley, that was upright, down onto himself. He would have been unscathed, except his fingers were under the steel leg. Without retelling the whole wild adventure, just a little more than you may wish to know, I want to thank all my heros.
Stacy G. for helping with the boys at the station and then surprising me with all my belonging at the ER and staying with us till the very end. She helped me think through my problem of not knowing my husband’s cell phone number and loaned me her phone for calls (till the battery died then we just used the ones on the wall in the ER). She took countless notes as medical information was being presented. She drove us, and our belongings home, despite my insistence it was a five minute walk, I am ever gratefully I didn’t need to. Stacy even attempted to put our Yuba on her bike rack today to get it home. It’s still at the station.
Kim for being the only recognizable face in a very large crowd of townspeople, who rushed to get rags and ice and make phone calls.
Susan who sat next to me and soothed Oliver at the station, pinned her red ribbon to his jacket and called me today to check up (we had never met before, but she tracked us down).
To Tyson for meeting the ambulance, helping in countless ways with making decisions I couldn’t and visiting in the ER with Oliver’s now prize Bucky (shown in the photo with him above).
Cathy and Rhonda, the EMTs, Lisa, Wonderwoman (it was the sticker on her badge), and Carolyn who were the first to help us in the ER.
My friend Rachel, who brought her three children (who gave Oliver their own toys as gifts) out to the hospital to pick up Avery and Elliot. To Melinda, our neighbor, who then hosted the boys after bedtime until we got home.
Shane our nurse, who talked us through everything and responded to every need.
Dr. Charles and Dr. Garabekyan who sedated my son and sutured his wound. Then had to re-bandage it because the strong chap ripped it off after waking up. Dr. Charles then took my call today when Oliver wasn’t keeping anything down due to the pain medication.
Linda, who was so patient during registration when I couldn’t remember my son’s middle name or other minor details.
The security officer who held the IV bag while I walked Oliver out to the waiting room with the boys when Rachel arrived. He then let my friend Stacy back to our room, even though the ER was on lock down, and again allowed Tyson in to sit with us.
There are bound to be several people I have forgotten or didn’t know their name. It was incredibly important to me to know each of them as they were helping. They were heros. Being so strong and decisive, incredibly patient and understanding.
Many more people helped us today. The children I usually watch on Friday were carried for by their fathers. Mary took Elliot to school, brought him home and check on our prescriptions at the pharmacy. Rachel picked up Avery to play all day so Oliver could rest, she also brought me lunch and dropped off the prescriptions and made the first attempt to pick them up. Jenny dropped off two boxes of mac ‘n cheese, something Oliver wanted for dinner. Many others emailed or called to see what we needed. Ashley took refuge with Etta at our house during this evenings tornado warning and I was able to laugh, go through seeds and start a load of bloody-vomitous laundry (I know you didn’t need the visual, but it’s late and I am getting punchy).
Heroes. All of them. Yet, I approached my eldest two sons tonight and gave them a huge hug and told them they were the biggest heroes of them all. I can’t describe how strong Elliot was to watch his brother go through all that pain and suffering. He cried a lot and took care of Avery and me in the most compassionate way. He has a heavy and full heart and it aches for all of us. Upon getting home from the neighbor’s last night, he ran right to Oliver’s side and never left.
Oliver stands a chance at losing the top quarter of his finger, but they assure us it is likely to grow back. He is in a great deal of pain and protecting his hand, yet still a fairly chipper two year old.
My bike remains at the station. I don’t need it right now, so I will walk down to get it later, when Oliver doesn’t need me to hold him as often.
I feel like I need to defend my position of not having a vehicle or a cell phone with me yesterday, but given the scene, I wasn’t in any condition to drive and Oliver was in no condition to be in a car seat or a bike seat. As for not having a cell phone, well everyone else did, the issue was not having the phone numbers I needed, but we managed just fine with my memory. It took an extra call to get Brent’s number, but that was ok too.
My feeling of defense comes from those being the two most mainstream possessions we lack when we are out of our home. I recall the popular question of wondering what we would do in an emergency. We figured it out. A non life threatening emergency scenario, tested and found to be plausible.