that unfortunate day
As it is with life, not everything is a walk in the park. It was a normal, uneventful Friday, until I received a phone call that woke me up... Von was calling. He took a day off from work to prepare for a biking event he'd be joining over the weekend. He left home a little after lunch and we went through our normal routine. He took Bonchie up to nap with me, he left with his mountain bike intending to be home by dinner. And then the call... He started with, "Hon, may ngyari... nalaglag ako." I noticed him being very careful with his words, so I asked if he was ok. He said he was but that he was in the hospital and one of our friends who was biking with him will pick me up and take me to the hospital.
I didn't know how serious his injuries were until I got to the ER. Our friend was telling me, on the way to the hospital, what happened and that he broke his arm but nothing was really sinking in until I saw how his arm was casted and how he winced each time he moved and when I saw his arm xRay.
He was putting up a font trying to tone the whole situation down hoping I wouldn't panic. I was NOT panicking and instead was very logical about everything. He fell while he was biking off road, he had a broken arm, our friend, Ley, was able to do first aid, he had driven himself to the ER of the closest hospital with one arm, and the hospital put his arm in a cast so he wouldn't move and feel more pain and he needed surgery to mend the broken arm. Panic is definitely not in the top of my list. I was very concerned, yes, but I can't deny how I am also furious that this had to happen. Well it is what it is and accidents are accidents. No one can really avoid them as much as they could.
When I arrived, they were waiting to be admitted. I instantly decided for him not to be admitted to that hospital as it was a long drive from home. Yes, I had to be a wife and tend to his needs but I am also a mother and daughter and I couldn't leave my mom and son on their own while we are confined to the hospital. We transferred to the hospital that's just less than 10 mins drive from home so I can still go home everyday and check on Bonchie.
After settling down in the hospital, they immediately took more tests and scheduled him for surgery the next day. With every extraction and check up, he seems to have felt the gravity of what he has gotten himself into. Then it was time for surgery. I took him down to the OR and told him everyhing'll be fine. I'm a little too distraught juggling taking care of him, checking up at home and still keeping up with work. Yes, I can be on leave but the deadlines couldn't. Waiting for the surgery to be over was a welcome break as I had only the outcome of it to focus on. I was able to rest my body but not my mind. He went down to the OR a little before 8pm, they said surgery should take about 2-3 hours. It was already past midnight when the phone rang and told me to go down to the OR again because the surgeon wanted to talk to me. The 3 min trip from our room to the OR was one of the most terrifying walks of my life. Too many questions running in my mind. Why do I need to go down? I've sat on several surgeries of my family members before and none has called me to the OR? Do I need to make a very difficult decision? Why did it take so long? Did something go wrong? Oh my God, can I do all this alone? Etc, etc, etc,. How I got to think of all these things, I too can't begin to comprehend. Luckily, the doctor just wanted me to see his masterpiece. He showed me the before and after of Von's film when his arm was broken and now that it has already been "titaniumed" together. Then I was able to breathe.
Around 4am, he was out of recovery and had been brought up to our room. Aside from his cast being too heavy, he felt better. We were relieved.
PS: Thank you to all well wishers and thanks for the prayers.
I didn't know how serious his injuries were until I got to the ER. Our friend was telling me, on the way to the hospital, what happened and that he broke his arm but nothing was really sinking in until I saw how his arm was casted and how he winced each time he moved and when I saw his arm xRay.
He was putting up a font trying to tone the whole situation down hoping I wouldn't panic. I was NOT panicking and instead was very logical about everything. He fell while he was biking off road, he had a broken arm, our friend, Ley, was able to do first aid, he had driven himself to the ER of the closest hospital with one arm, and the hospital put his arm in a cast so he wouldn't move and feel more pain and he needed surgery to mend the broken arm. Panic is definitely not in the top of my list. I was very concerned, yes, but I can't deny how I am also furious that this had to happen. Well it is what it is and accidents are accidents. No one can really avoid them as much as they could.
When I arrived, they were waiting to be admitted. I instantly decided for him not to be admitted to that hospital as it was a long drive from home. Yes, I had to be a wife and tend to his needs but I am also a mother and daughter and I couldn't leave my mom and son on their own while we are confined to the hospital. We transferred to the hospital that's just less than 10 mins drive from home so I can still go home everyday and check on Bonchie.
After settling down in the hospital, they immediately took more tests and scheduled him for surgery the next day. With every extraction and check up, he seems to have felt the gravity of what he has gotten himself into. Then it was time for surgery. I took him down to the OR and told him everyhing'll be fine. I'm a little too distraught juggling taking care of him, checking up at home and still keeping up with work. Yes, I can be on leave but the deadlines couldn't. Waiting for the surgery to be over was a welcome break as I had only the outcome of it to focus on. I was able to rest my body but not my mind. He went down to the OR a little before 8pm, they said surgery should take about 2-3 hours. It was already past midnight when the phone rang and told me to go down to the OR again because the surgeon wanted to talk to me. The 3 min trip from our room to the OR was one of the most terrifying walks of my life. Too many questions running in my mind. Why do I need to go down? I've sat on several surgeries of my family members before and none has called me to the OR? Do I need to make a very difficult decision? Why did it take so long? Did something go wrong? Oh my God, can I do all this alone? Etc, etc, etc,. How I got to think of all these things, I too can't begin to comprehend. Luckily, the doctor just wanted me to see his masterpiece. He showed me the before and after of Von's film when his arm was broken and now that it has already been "titaniumed" together. Then I was able to breathe.
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| before an after broken and mended |
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| after surgery |
Of course, everything doesn't end with surgery there's still recovery and all the daunting tasks attached to it. We are taking things one step at a time. I must admit, I am still pissed with this whole thing. But I need to keep telling myself that accidents are accident. He didn't mean any of this to happen.
The worst part of this whole ordeal, is of course being separated from this little one. It was fortunate that the whole thing happened over the weekend so we didn't really get to miss so much from our workday. But we did miss this little boy a LOT! I still got to see him but only snippets during the day when I get to escape from the hospital to take care of the needs at home. We are going home soon little boy, take that pout off your face. We'll be right with you the soonest.
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| missing mom and dad |
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