a mind like a steel trap

Dec 31

Posted by: Rachel in: blog, caleb isaiah, current events, family, memories, parenting, ramblings

I put Caleb in bed with me again last night in hopes of keeping him on his back or opposite side (not putting pressure on the cut).  I’m not sure the swelling has really gone down much, maybe spread out a little.  When I was laying there with him, I asked him if he remembered what happened, how he got hurt.  He whispered, “Gilda.”  I shook my head yes, and told him that I was so sorry and it would never ever happen again.  He said, “Because you upset.  And I upset.”  I shook my head yes.  “And the nice doctor put the purple on and make me better.”  Even with all the stress of the ER, he remembered that the liquid bandaid solution was purple.  And somehow he knew when we pulled up at the hospital, that it might hurt there.  Scott pulled up to the door and he  started fussing and said he wanted to get back in the car.  Not much gets by this kiddo.  He knows so much more than I even realize.

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