Perspective. Again.

I never would have thought when I woke up yesterday morning that I would end up flying to Primary Children's Hospital with my son.

Friday he fell and hit his head while playing on a pogo-stick of all things. They said he had a mild concussion and gave us some medicine and sent us home. We figured within a day or so he would be back to his same 'ol self. Saturday came and went. Things were not improving. Sunday came, things seemed to be getting worse. My mom instinct kept telling me to take him back to the ER on Saturday, but I thought I was just being overprotective and thought that I should just listen to what they told me when they discharged him on Friday.

Finally by Sunday afternoon, I told my hubby to call the ER because I just knew that things weren't right with our son. He called. They said bring him back in.

Long story short. Another CT-Scan revealed that he had a fractured skull, bruising, swelling, and some bleeding on his brain. PANIC! Not something you want to hear about your child.

They called Primary Children's and the neurologist there said to get him here as soon as possible.

So, one ambulance ride to the airport. A Life Flight plane ride, and another ambulance ride to Primary Children's and here we are.

Everyone here has been so helpful and great to work with. I know our son is in good hands. It is just so hard to see him in so much pain.

Perspective on what life is truly all about hit me hard yesterday. Everyone kept asking me how I was enjoying my mother's day.

Well, mother's day was a little bit different for me this year. It was emotional and not at all what I expected it to be; however, it showed me what mother's day is really all about. It made me realize how unconditionally I love each one of my kids and how I would do absolutely anything for them. That is what it really means to be a mother. I don't need cards or flowers to tell me that. Just being here for my son and knowing that he is getting the best care possible is the only gift I needed.