Little Problems
When school started again, JT came home with chicken pox, which he promptly passed to his baby brother. So I had a 6 year old and a 3 month old sick. At least the baby couldn't scratch and JT was too ornery to get really sick. This was a pattern they followed. TK had all the childhood illnesses before he started school. And JT breezed through all of them with very little trouble. I was lucky with my boys. They both got through childhood without any broken bones or stitches or serious illness. Actually, the earliest injury for each was something they each managed to duplicate when each was a toddler.
JT was two and I was still living with Mom and Dad, before marrying WP, when he had his accident. I had gone to a ball game with an old school friend to watch her brother play. We were up in the stands at a city park and JT was playing back and forth in the row beside me with a Tonka Truck. A ball came over the fence and hit my son in the face, knocking him down under the bleachers. Those stands were totally enclosed and none of us adults could get down to him. Another older child had to climb down and lift JT up to me. He was a bloody mess and Patty and I didn't wait for help. She drove us to the hospital. It would have been the equivelant of a broken nose, but they told me the cartiledge on a child that young isn't formed yet. It looked awful, but he would be ok. When TK was a toddler, he also managed to get hit in the face with a ball that one of JT's friends hit in our own back yard. My second son had the same bloody, bruised face I'd seen on his brother.
Then as a teenager, TK managed to break his nose again. He was running to school in the dark and took a shorcut. He ran into a wire cable that caught him right across his nose.
JT somehow managed to avoid any of the serious accidents. But, TK gave us the real scare on his Fathers birthday when the boy was only 7 or 8. Years later he told me about floating above his body, and he was able to describe what I'd done while he was lying on the ground as I tried to get to him. Those details will have to wait. If I try to describe what led up to the fall, I will have to go into way to many things that happened later in this story. It was the only time either of my boys was put in the hospital. At least as children.
JT was two and I was still living with Mom and Dad, before marrying WP, when he had his accident. I had gone to a ball game with an old school friend to watch her brother play. We were up in the stands at a city park and JT was playing back and forth in the row beside me with a Tonka Truck. A ball came over the fence and hit my son in the face, knocking him down under the bleachers. Those stands were totally enclosed and none of us adults could get down to him. Another older child had to climb down and lift JT up to me. He was a bloody mess and Patty and I didn't wait for help. She drove us to the hospital. It would have been the equivelant of a broken nose, but they told me the cartiledge on a child that young isn't formed yet. It looked awful, but he would be ok. When TK was a toddler, he also managed to get hit in the face with a ball that one of JT's friends hit in our own back yard. My second son had the same bloody, bruised face I'd seen on his brother.
Then as a teenager, TK managed to break his nose again. He was running to school in the dark and took a shorcut. He ran into a wire cable that caught him right across his nose.
JT somehow managed to avoid any of the serious accidents. But, TK gave us the real scare on his Fathers birthday when the boy was only 7 or 8. Years later he told me about floating above his body, and he was able to describe what I'd done while he was lying on the ground as I tried to get to him. Those details will have to wait. If I try to describe what led up to the fall, I will have to go into way to many things that happened later in this story. It was the only time either of my boys was put in the hospital. At least as children.
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