The 2011 New Year Accident

I don't really feel so good when i talk about this because I remember the scare that almost intimidated me at that moment, but I believe that talking this out will help me move forward and trample the terror of that New Year accident.

So Christmas has just passed  and I have made up my mind to spend New Year at home as it will really be less expensive. Just like last year, I will spend it with my son alone. Simpler and more comfortable.

On the other hand, my current maid (at that time) is about to leave. She needs to go home as her husband has been miraculously healed from the injury, which was the reason for her to go to Manila and find work. Since her husband will be able to work again, she needs to go home. I understood that she needed to go but I was pissed off with what her mom and husband did. They kept calling her telling her to go home immediately but the problem is that even if I give her the salary, it is not yet enough for the fare. Well, enough of it as this post is not supposed to be about her.

In the morning of 31 December 2010, a friend told me to go to the Mall of Asia before New Year. That would be at 5pm and then just go to our respective homes to welcome the new year. I agreed and I went there wit my son and the maid. Nice to see that my son enjoyed. I also did. We even managed to watch the parade of some stars. We were supposed to go home when my friend invited me to go to another friend's home, there were 2 homes that we will be going to. They used to be our neighbors in the high rise condo that we used to live in. 

So we went to the first one who has a preschooler girl and a baby girl. Next is the one who has a boy as old as my son and another girl. The kids played at home and we, the parents tell stories to each other. We waited until the guard opens the 8th floor where the amenities are so that the kids can play at the playground. So it opened and we all went there.

While at the playground, I have been so complacent. I thought that the maid has been looking over my son. He was playing around with the other kids while I still talk to friends. I was about to call him to go home but then I saw him fall to the ground. I thought that he just stepped wrongly.

After he fell, he suddenly stood up. I saw his arm, crippled but I thought that it was just because he is a few meters away from me. But he ran to me calling me, "mommy, mommy!" And yes, the arm was crippled, bet it was fractured. Tension arouse from my friends. My son said "mommy, don't cry" so I did not, not even an inch of panic came from me. All I thought was to pray.

I spoke in tongues, it was automatic. I did not exactly know what to do so I just let it. I did not care if my friends would understand but they are newborn Christians so I think they would sooner or later. My eyes suddenly focus on the Lord Jesus and that no matter what has happened, He is with us. I did not move from where I was sitting while I carry my son on my lap and pray. I guided my son to pray as well, he was not crying. People around us are obviously worried and the guard asked the lobby guard to call a cab. However, one of my friends have a car so she offered to bring us to the nearest hospital for first aid. 

So we went to her car and still, my son and i were praying. It became an intangible experience as my natural would have just freak out and cry, shout for help and be angry at what happened. But I have been composed at that time, facing the terror bravely while accepting that fact that "at this time I need God, I need a miracle for healing and strength."

I expected that my son's bones would suddenly be restored. Yes, miraculously. I have prayed for several people for healing and most of them get instantly healed if not just a bit later. The big question that I had was "why did it not happen to my son?" Who could give me an answer?

But I still pray in faith. Brought my son to Ospital ng Makati (hospital) and he got first aid. Just when I was carrying him to the door of the emergency room, fireworks can be heard and people greet each other "happy new year!" Yes, we welcomed new year at the hospital. Great how I still managed to smile back and greet the hospital staff happy new year as well.

So they braced my son's arm with a had cardboard just not to make it move, sat him on a wheelchair so I will not need to carry him everywhere. Poor arm, it has been badly injured. My son was given a does of pain reliever, nurse said that it was Nobain. Then we went to the laboratory for x-ray. I pity my son as he cannot get the position that was needed as he says it was so painful. He started crying when the nurses attended to him in the emergency room and cried again at the x-ray room. tears also started to roll down my cheeks. I remember, we should have stayed home. But that thought would not help.

We went out of the laboratory area to wait for the x-ray results. I talked to my son, now in tears, saying that I do not want to see him that way. It is breaking me. I also told him not to worry, I am just sad that it happened but I strongly believe that the Lord is still with us. He would be completely restored soon. He told me not to cry again because it makes him sad as well. he said sorry because he played and we should have gone home. I told him I forgive him and we all do not like what happened. 

On the other hand, the gadget that they inserted on my son's right hand to inject the pain killer bled. It was amazing how I was able to control my emotions though I know it was the nurse's fault. My son has not been moving and it was attached the wrong way. But anyway, moving forward I just want the bone to be fixed soon. I have been asking the nurses and the doctor if his left arm would be restored. They said yes, especially that healing on the bones is on kids. Whew, it gave me a bit of relief.

So the x-ray laboratory results are now ready. The doctor showed me that the two bones on his left arm were  fractured. My son needs an Orthopedic Surgeon who would bring the bone back and then put the arm on cast. The problem is that they don't have one in the hospital at this time. The doctor advised me that they will just put the broken arm on cast and then we must go back on Tuesday for the cast to be removed and then the bone would be fixed by an Orthopedic Surgeon at the Out Patient Department.

My, for all I know, a broken bone must be restored as soon as possible so it would not incur any other damage. But then, I did not argue and I asked for their recommendation like where  could send my son to be treated immediately. They recommended the National Orthopedic Center in Banawe, Quezon City. Quite far and they suggested not to go to at this time as it would be dangerous. This statement makes me furious, like isn't it also dangerous for my son's bones to be stuck this way? They must actually have an Orthopedic surgeon that night especially that it was New Year's eve and people get unusual accidents during this season.

But still, I do not want to stress myself out with further arguments so I decided to bring my son to the other hospital. The nurse asked me to sign a waiver saying that I decided to bring my son to another hospital, but I disagreed on the reason. I noted that I brought him to another so that he would immediately be treated by an Orthopedic Surgeon. So after paying the bills, we went off.

Glad the cab driver has been so kind, flashed emergency lights so that we would arrive at the hospital as soon as possible. Oh the hospital surprised me! I smell firecrackers inside and there are a lot of patients in worse condition. All orthopedic related. My son sees all these and it;s amazing how he observed around. So I went to register him, x-ray again, doctor checkup, I bought the materials outside, back to the emergency room, waited for the bone to be fixed and be put on cast, x-ray again, and then home. Sounds easy but it has been a very traumatic process.

My son started crying when x-ray was taken again as his left arm is already aching. He wants to go home instead but of course we can't. It really crushes my heart and I am glad that sleepiness did not visit me at that time. Such a pity when my son's bones were fixed without any anesthesia. I know that it badly hurts, he screamed in pain and cried out loud as king the doctor not to hurt him. There I was with him, hugging him in the position that I can and explaining that the doctor is fixing his bone, not hurting him. Telling him he will be fine and that we are in good hands in the Lord.

Honestly I have been questioning deep inside. Where are you oh God? Where are Your angels when my son fell? I have been believing in You but why shall this happen? I do not understand. But supernaturally I feel a sense of comfort, also sent texts to friends and relatives and asked for prayers. I need strength and courage. I need to be encouraged. I seem so strong in the outside but I am almost drowning in fear inside. 

Then a lady came near me telling me that I am lucky that our doctor is gentle and that he is kind as compared to the others. Well, I do not exactly know her reasons for saying but I think I just need to hear the words to encourage me. It also helped that one of my friends also went with us, leaving her kid to where we visited so that I would have company aside from the maid. 

Just a side story, my maid created a scene. She was holding my mobile phones and I told her to answer calls if there would be any. But when I was about to pay for the x-ray, I caught her talking using my mobile. I went near her, thinking that it was a call for me and that she just answered. Man, she cannot even hear me and I needed to shout for her to notice that I have been beside her. She called her relatives using my postpaid mobile and it seems that she will be talking to one for hours if I did not catch her. Why? Why in this situation? I scolded her and told her I certainly do not understand why she needed to do it, taking advantage of the emergency situation when I trusted her with the phones. Worse is that she did not call just one number. i would understand if she just asked permission but no, she didn't. I got the phones and asked my friend to hold them instead. 

We went home past 5 am in the morning, all of us seeking bed. My son and I still in trauma but I still hold on to faith. There is a reason why it happened. I learned a lot of lessons out of it. However, I pray that the trauma would be gone soon. 

Still a lot to say and perhaps I would in my future random thoughts posting. This is the summary of what happened to me and my son in 2011 New Year's Eve.