A Horrible Day |
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| By: Marva | |||||
| Last Tuesday we got a new kitten...
only 6 weeks old. Black and white- so cute and playful. We named
her Licorice. She instantly became part of our family- the kids
have wanted a pet for so long. We all just fell in love with
her. Now let's skip to Friday... Friday morning- it was a little busy getting 3 kids breakfast and trying to get out the door to swimming lessons. The kids, ages 9, 6 & 4, have been coming in and out of the house- and the hydraulics on the screen door are broken so each time they go in and out - it closes with a huge SLAM!!! With all the activity near the door- little Licorice has been sitting just outside the door waiting for her opportunity to run inside. The door opens one more time... and SLAM... Licorice gets caught in the door. The poor kitty starts thrashing around- obviously really hurt... I didn't see where the cat got hit- but she is struggling- not breathing- trying to meow- but no sound is coming out. Obviously really suffering. I knew right away- it wasn't good- the kids are freaking out- me too. I yell at the kids to get in the truck and I drive like crazy to the vet about a mile away- with kitty on my lap. Sadly while driving- kitty stops struggling and she was gone. When we got there, the vet wasn't even in the office- but the assistant confirmed that there was nothing we could do. Ok- I know- most of us have lost a pet before. But for my kids this was their first real experience with death and grief. And to have been witness to the whole tragedy- the suffering- etc. It was a pretty gruesome site. On the way home from the vet- my kids just start weeping. Me too! We get home and for the next half hour- all three of them are on my lap- faces buried- CLINGING to me and each other- just WEEPING! It was a very heart wrenching experience for all of us- and the kids just didn't know how to deal with this emotion. So needless to say we missed swimming lessons that morning. By noon, we are in the truck headed to Lovell, Wyoming (25 miles away) for a Girl Scout activity for my 6 year old daughter. We spend the afternoon at the park- playing in the wading pool and the Girl Scouts did crafts. We were starting to clean up- headed next to the bowling alley for a game. All the sudden we all hear histerical SCREAMING and it takes a minute to figure out who and where it is coming from. Then I see my 9 year old son- on the other side of the pavillion- laying on the ground curled up in a ball, screaming and rolling around. I drop everything and run- (mind you I'm 9 months pregnant... and running) When I get to him he is holding his head with one hand and holding his leg with the other. He is bleeding out his nose and his mouth and has a HUGE lump on his forehead (like the size of a fist). The way he was holding his leg- I thought maybe he broke it- but quickly realized it was mostly the head injury that I needed to worry about. Honestly, I'm a little freaked out... but the other girl scout moms help me get him in the car. I send my other two kids with another mom (they were headed to the Bowling Alley after the park). And I take my son to the hospital. After all the chaos- he ends up with a minor concussion... and we leave with an ice pack and a list of instructions. By now- I am an emotional wreck from the events of the day so far- and really feel on the verge of tears. We head to the bowling alley then- to meet back up with the group. We walk in- I get Porter settled in a chair- and one of the mom's comes over to check on us. I am standing on the steps that leads down into the bowling area- she can tell I am upset- and goes to give me a hug. Well- I go to step down onto the floor- not realizing I had one more step to go. I end up missing the step and completely rolling my ankle! I hear the awful sound of ligaments snapping and popping- and I end up on the floor! (remember 9 months pregnant) Holy Cow--it hurt SO BAD! So now I have tears running down my face, I am sitting on the floor because it hurts too bad to move- and my ankle immediately starts swelling and turning purple! All I could think was- "Are you kidding me! Can anything else go wrong!" They got me some ice for the ankle and I just sat on the floor until it was time to leave. I hobbled out to the truck- in serious pain- any movement bringing me to tears- just wanting to go home and bring an end to a HORRIBLE DAY! Then I remember I still have to drive 25 miles home- and I just sprained my ankle! How am I suppose to work the gas peddle. With some tricky footwork- and driving kind of slow- we finally make it home. In the meantime- my husband has been home from work for about 2 hours- wondering where we are. (I don't have a cell phone to call him.) He has no idea what to think- as he finds a dead kitty in a box when he gets home- my son looks like he's been hit by a train- and I have a sprained ankle! What a day! I am so glad it is over- and looking back now- I am able to find some relief in retelling it- and just pray I don't have another one of those days. And I am so thankful for my loving husband- for just taking over when he saw I was so emotionally spent. He took the kids to the store, made dinner and just let me have some peace for a while. I guess these kind of days happen to everyone at some time or another- but I sure hope it doesn't happen again anytime soon! |
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