Hello friends. It has been a hectic last week. The hubby's schedule was changed and work, and that means our schedule at home changes. Hopefully it's for the better.
I was sure glad he was home yesterday. We had another scare. I'm still reeling from it even though nothing actually happened. I was taking a call on the first floor of our home and for some reason, glanced upstairs. I screamed, dropped the phone, bolted up the stairs faster than I thought possible. My little Brookie, the one who fell 15 feet in February and had the most remarkable recovery after her brain injury, had climbed our banister and had her stomach on the railing leaning over.
I don't know exactly what transpired, because it really was all a blur, but I think my screaming startled her enough that she dropped back down to the landing instead of over the other side where she would have fallen at least 15 feet and been hospitalized at the least. When we left the hospital the first time, they said that her recovery was truly a miracle, but that a second head injury would be very hard to recover from. They also mentioned that traumatic brain injuries usually emphasize behavior. So if they are cautious before, they will be even more cautious. Or in Brookie's case, if they are daring before, they will be even more daring.
This girl has me totally stressed and wiped out. With 4 kids in 4 years, I can not be at her side at all times. We can not bubble wrap our kids, though we'd like too. Since her accident, we have found her climbing back up into her window sill. I refuse to open any of the windows on the second floor since the accident, but it still frightens me that perhaps she'll lean hard enough or hit the glass hard enough to break it. These are the awful thoughts that cross my mind when I see her window. For the first couple months after the accident, we made her wear her bike helmet everywhere. But you just can't live like that. I ripped apart inside with wanting to protect these precious kiddos in every aspect but knowing that they also have to be kids and have some fun. I am scared to death of losing one of them. Oh, Brookie...my precious baby, please realize what you're doing to mommy. My fibromyalgia is acting up tonight so I suppose I ought to get some rest. Thank you for letting me relieve some thoughts. Good night.