I don't understand it. My heart aches even when I try. There's a rainfall of guilt, and helplessness - watching him look at me - unintentionally with one eye.
Aaron said he didn't cry very much after he fell. Little did we know that 6 hours after stumbling from his own feet, his body would take care of the wound itself, and create a wickedly big purple patch over his right eye.
He showed off his ER bracelet when he got home. We played in his bed and made airplane "swooshing" noises until the batteries ran out. So we spooned and listened to the locusts flying into the window. Laying there, next to him, I couldn't help but cry.
I cried because I couldn't prevent it from happening. Nor could I snap my fingers and make it disappear. I cried because he has an orbital fracture. I cried because at 2, he can't tell me how he's really feeling. I cried for all the reasons why mothers do at a time like this... and more.
Your prayers for a healthy recovery are appreciated. In the meantime, we're all having a lot of chocolate ice cream ... which I am told by Noah, is indeed helping.