Today we got up and decided to take Diego to the zoo for the first time, and hang out with my Mom and Dad who are here for a few weeks. We had an amazing time, Diego was feeding the animals and he also pulled a huge hog by its ears. This kid ain’t afraid of anything. After 4 hours of animal watching and walking forever we journeyed back to the car, then it happened. My mom was carrying Diego and tripped over something on the ground, everything happened in slow motion, kind of like the Matrix. All I remember seeing is Diego smacking his head on the concrete and my Mom desperately doing what she could to break his fall. With torn knees and peeled elbows she looked up at me as I reached for Diego. I picked him up and panicked. I looked around for help and no one was there, I looked for the closest exit and there wasn’t one. We were literally at the end of the zoo and the only way out was going back the way we came in. Yeah, 4hours ago. I looked down at my son in my arms and I all I could see was this huge bump on his forehead. I thought the worst and lost my cool. All I kept thinking was we need to get Diego to the hospital now. I wish I could tell you I was the strong tower in all of this, but sure wasn’t. I was screaming in the top of my lungs, “I need some help right now!!!”, I need to get outta here!!”. Out of no where this lady appeared who happened to be a nurse and reassured to us Diego’s bump looked ok. He landing on the left-side of his forehead and the front forehead is the strongest part of his skull. Eventually I had to just chill so Diego could chill. Luckily there was an entrance for a train that circles the park only feet from the accident. They immediately called it in and had a paramedic meet us at the gate and not only cleaned my Mom’s wounds and iced Diegos bruise, but drove us straight to the door of our vehicle.. Emotions are going crazy, my mom was hurt physically and emotionally, Reina…well imagine, my Dad was worried but kept it cool the whole time. In the midst of all of the this Diego kept trying to just get some sleep. Worried about his bump I kept trying to wake him up, but he just wanted to sleep…go figure…
We drove and drove until we finally got to the emergency room. Talk about the right people at the right time. The Dr.’s and nurses were freakn amazing at Baptist childrens hospital. They took us right in and started working on Diego. The Dr. walked in and said, “that’s a beautiful bruise! It looks good”..WHAT????…but just to be safe they decided to get a cat scan of Diego’s skull and brain. Lets not forget that Diego is only 8months and his skull is not the strongest. We had to wait for Diego to take a nap so they could properly take Kodak’s of his brain. After about 2 hours Diego finally fell asleep and he was ready for the radiant room. When he walked out of his room, the whole emergency room got quiet and their smiles did alot, at least for me they did! We walked down the hall with Diego and dang did I feel so sick. My heart was beating so fast and I was hold’n in the tears. Once in the room only one of us could stay so I decided to stay. As I stood there with this weird vest around me I totally broke down, for real. To see my little guy strapped in this bed…It was a terrible feeling. Is he ok? Will they find something wrong? With tears in my eyes and totally broken All i could say was “God you have a plan in everything, Diego is our gift from you, may your will be done”, and please forgive my human side, cause it forgets how great you are in times like these”…After all was said and done, the Dr. came in with the news that Diego was good to go. His skull was in tact, and his brain was better than ever. His bump was just that, swollen tissue and bruised skin. “yeah it might get purple tomorrow, but it will clear up. We drove back home and had an amazing dinner with Mom, Pops. Reina Diego and Alex at Marios. It was cool to talk about it, cry about-it and even laugh to some degree. Not in a comic way of course. Life happens, and there are things that are just out of our control. But God is in the midst of it all. My mother is 63 years old, and somehow Gods hands and her Mother touch broke that fall. That is a miracle. How did he turn to only hit his forehead and not the back of his head? or his mouth and nose? his eyes? . I can’t Imagine how God felt the day Jesus was nailed to that cross…his only son. I know this blog is probably the longest I have ever written, but talk about a test of faith today!!!! Misfortunes make Giants, mishaps have stories, bumps and scars give hope and life!!! Again and again and again. When God has a plan, there is NOTHING that can shake that plan. I am encouraged by what God is doing in us as a family, and in those around us. Like Mother Theresa once said, “God will never give us something we can’t handle, I just wish he didn’t trust us so much”:) The Joy of the Lord is our strength!
Be well,
-fuser, Reina and Diego+
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