I don’t think exhaustion can even accurately describe it.
It all started here. Remember when I vented about parents who don’t watch their children at amusement facilities? We tempted fate a second time later in the week and went to a local bounce house to give Itty Bit some play time with Cutie Left and Cindy Lou Who.
The place was packed and it was quickly apparent that a good share of the kids in the Toddler/Little Ones area did not have an adult in attendance. We let the kids run and play – with the implicit understanding that each of them had one of us adults watching them at all times.
See those hands lifting Cindy Lou Who up to the slide? Mine. (After she got screamed at by an unsupervised 2-year old who received a timely “manners intervention” from yours truly)
And on my shift with Itty Bit, I was watching him too. Yes, he was climbing up the skee-ball alley, but the photo proves I was watching him :)
And when the boys headed over for pizza, they were under the watchful eye of Cutie Left’s dad, with me following behind.
The point was not to smother them, but to keep them safe – as it was crowded and chaotic.
The boys returned to jump in a bounce house and that’s when it happened.
A kid who had been running through the inflated toys area unsupervised for the past two hours, decided to be the bully of the preschool zone.
He ran at Cutie Left and attempted to knock him down. The little athlete – he just righted himself and moved away.
Itty Bit did not fare as well.
The bigger kid grabbed him roughly by the arm and started swinging him around. Itty Bit lost his balance and began to fall. Before I could crawl into the structure to physically stop the bully, he ran full force at Itty Bit. He headbutted him in the back and laid him flat.
In a heartbeat, my Mommy voice came from no where.
YOU STOP THAT!
KNOCK IT OFF.
The bully growled and lunged at me and if I hadn’t stepped away from the netting, would have struck me with both hands.
Itty Bit was picking himself up, dazed and confused.
Mr. Daddy was by my side as a school-age girl approached him and asked, “are you his parents?”
“Because he just spit in my face”
I was so disgusted.
We had not seen anyone check on this boy at any time – he couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5 years old.
Mr. Daddy looked into the bounce house again as the boy lunged at another kid.
And my sweet and easygoing and tolerant-as-the-day-is-long man found his DADDY voice.
YOU KNOCK IT OFF!
The kid startled and stopped. He exited the play area as we began gathering the kids and deciding to call it a night.
(The teenagers who were running the facility were not interested in supervising this area. Frankly, it’s still the parents’ responsibility and I was not about to take a kick to the face to physically deliver him to the front desk).
I was worried. Of course I was.
Itty Bit has only one remaining kidney.
When I received his diagnosis while pregnant with him, they didn’t even know if he would live. My mind went back to those ‘worst case scenarios’ and the fears that I push to the back of my mind.
I can tell him he can’t play football. He’ll probably hate me as a teenager. I can tell him he can’t wrestle, he’ll probably think I’m the worst mom ever.
But how do I protect him from a random injury when he is simply playing like all little boys do?
Right now I feel helpless. We need answers and I want to be reassured that all is fine, but I am fighting panic that this will be the visit to Children’s where the other shoe drops.
How many times have I left, thankful that I didn’t hear the words dialysis or surgery, or transplant this time?
Here’s where we stand:
Itty Bit has complained of pain while urinating. And has suddenly started going far more frequently (six times in 90 minutes, and three times in 30 minutes).
The hit to his back was exactly in the area that needs to be protected.
Friends, I believe in a miracle-working God. I believe that Itty Bit is already a walking miracle and God can surely touch his body and heal him.
Would you pray for him please? That God would make his body function perfectly. That he would not need medical intervention. That God would give us wisdom in every decision. And for answers.
I am so grateful for this kid. This 3-year old that makes me want to be the mom he deserves every day.