My son almost died today. We had to rush him to the emergency room. There was blood all over my hands, my baby's face and shirt, my husband's hands. I guess the ER folks have become so numb to that sort of thing--they didn't really react in a life/death mentality, instead telling us to w...a...i...t while they chatted each other up about ordering Subway sandwiches for lunch. I just wanted to shake them into recognition. I'm exhausted, and my son is thankfully alive and sleeping in the next room. I'll tell the whole story tomorrow after some sleep. I need not say that my life perspective has been altered dramatically in the last day. More tomorrow...
Monday, February 07, 2005
Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Imparted by Southern Girl at 1:16 AM
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