Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Things that happen...

So i am back....few things happened in the meanwhile...Here's one of those things that was something I'd categorise as "Major" in my life...

The day Tim fell.


20th July 2010. It was a rainy evening. Lindo and I returned from office and after our usual hugs and welcome backs, we were collecting clothes and bags and tiffin boxes to call it a night and go home "upstairs". Tim and Nathan were so excited about us being back (as usual) and were going crazy running up and down (as usual) and that's when Tim fell (as usual), but the unusual thing was that he hit his head on the sofa leg.

I was in the kitchen, chatting with Mom-in-law, when the commotion started in the living room....i saw Lindo carrying Tim to the sink....Oh-oh.....not good, i said to myself and ran....i ran to see my little Timothy bleeding. His right eyebrow was cut. And there was quite a flow of blood. Lindo was washing off the b
lood....i ran for ice to keep on the wound.

Funny enough, Lindo had just recently attended a first aid training at office and had learned as my Dad confirmed later...first thing to do with a wound is to press against it to stop the bleeding....but then, when your own child is bleeding, who has a calm enough mind to think about what you learned?


We left Nathan at home and immediately took him to the doctor. Considering the time and the traffic on Hosur road, we decided to go to a hospital on Begur road itself. Tim had stopped crying by then and was holding a kerchief to the wound....on reaching there, they immediately asked us to go to the casuality...There, a doctor came and checked on him and told me what i was dreading....the wound needed stitches. Its bad enough that he fell and cut himself....stitches too??? I asked if he'd at least get an anesthetic, but no.....it didn't make sense
, they said.

It's funny how prayers automatically come to you at times you need support....as I saw my 'baby' lying there, waiting for his stitches, I started reciting "Hail Mary"s....who else could give a mother strength to watch her child in pain than Mother Mary herself. I am sure that Lindo's parents were also praying at home...because when they came to do the stitches, the doctor came with a few attendants who were all holding him....his legs, his head, his hands....i was holding his feet....so that he wouldn't thrash around too much.


Surprise of all surprises was that Tim didn't move when the doctor started with the stitches. He winced in pain, his eyes filled up.....but nothing else. My boy was given strength by no one else but God. When the second stitch started, he said "It's hurting...." Everyone was surprised....I felt ashamed thinking about what a drama i make when i have to get injections.


Stitches over and he got an injection too.....he stayed home
for the next 3 days and the weekend and was back in school on Monday. The stitches were removed last week....all's well. Just a little scar to remind us of what happened. He happily narrates his 'accident' if asked to....Nathan thinks that he's something like a war hero.

The photo was taken by an unknown friend's friend @ a resort at Bannerghatta and sent to me by his colleague who is my friend :) Thanks a lot, dear anonymous photographer....it's a beautiful picture. I love the concentration on his face.