Today is a rough day. Two years ago today I woke in a hospital bed from the worst day of my life with my 1 year old in my arms. He had been viciously attacked the night before by a dog and had spent 2 1/2 hours in emergency surgery while awake. I was tired and worn down, terrified of what the future would hold for my precious boy and weary from the long night before. We had finished with surgery at 2:30 am and never went to bed until 5 in the morning. That day was the first day that I saw what his face looked like in the light.. all swollen and puffy and covered in stitches. The first day that I had to endure the looks that people gave him full of pity and sorrow. I had to have the strength not to break down and cry all the time. I spent hours talking to doctors about what would happen to him and explaining to my other children that this was still their brother even though he didn't look like himself. I had to hold it together as I was told that he would need another surgery the next day to repair his lacerated tear duct. So, yeah it was a bad day... and even though it's over, I still can't seem to not greive for our life before the bite. .. for the little boy whose face was perfect. You might not see the scars but I do.. and I carry them in my heart everyday. I still hurt over this ... I may never recover fully.
Two years later.. I have a very happy and beautiful almost 4 year old. He has had amazing courage through this whole ordeal (4 surgeries, recovery time and countless doctors appointments) and I thank God everyday for the wonderful blessings that he has given us and for the little boy he saved.