Ouch! Pain Pain

Sigh! Last Friday one of the most feared happened. Well, just when i thought that Yan was finally free to help mind our darling while i do some shopping, I returned home to see them both in pain and traumatised.

According to the daddy, he had opened the door to let the baby await my return. That was after they had waved at me from the bedroom window while I was walking back home from the bus stop. However, he had left the bedroom window opened and so a strong gush of wind blew a helium balloon out of the front door. Immediately the dad went out to catch the child's beloved balloon and soon, he witnessed the strong wind slammed shut the door on our baby's right hand. The cry from the child was heart wrenching and there was blood on the white door near the hinges.

As soon as I reached home with my groceries and ice cream from the estate supermarket, we dashed to the hospital. As a pianist, daddy was worried about his little girl's fingers; both the ring and pinky on the right hand were badly bruised and swollen. I did not have time to think, all i could do was to comfort the wailing child and trust God that she would be alright. In the cab, i touched her swollen joints ever so tenderly to see if they were working and I thanked God, the fingers were still responsive and seem not at all broken. I called her pediatrician and was glad she was around to attend to Rachel. Thankfully the Xray showed no fracture or hair line fractures and Rachel was given a bandaged to protect her injured hand while she goes about playing. What a traumatising experience and what a miraculous protection from the Lord.

Today, she is no longer in bandage and her hand together with the dexterity of her tiny fingers seemed normal. Except for the few bruises, everything is OK! Thank you Jesus!

Childhood Injuries
About childhood injuries, it seemed every kid had their fair share. I was a toddler and I almost drown now once, twice but thrice. According to my mum, I had fell into the family's eco pond and twice in the huge dragon flower pots used to collect rain water. Once I was blue and was rescued by my grandpa!!! That explains my unknown fear of deep waters and thankfully now that I can swim I am better equipped and less fearful of being in the sea or deep pool.

I remembered too, the traumatic day when my parents pulled a tape worm out of me when I was a pre-schooler. It was so bloody painful. Apparently growing up with some chickens and ducks, I had been running about bare foot in the landed property garden that I spent my toddler days in. Never ever run barefoot on soil!!!

Then, there was this day when I was running and I slipped and landed on the back of my head. All I could see was total blackness and many a Malay voices panicking. Soon I regained consciousness.

There was this other incident when a neighbour's kid, a big girl bully tried to push me down a flight of stairs while playing and thankfully I was agile enough to grab the supporting raillings and landed on my bum instead.

Yan too, fell off a flight of stairs when he turned one. I thought that is SO SERIOUS but then again Rachel rolled off the bed when she was 4 months old and I was similarly traumatised by her inaugural fall.

In addition to many subsequent falls, she also chipped her front teeth when she fell face down while I was bathing her. Most recently she suddenly jumped from the sofa and landed on her face and cut her lip while yan was teaching. I was horrified. I was going to break her fall but I was not quick enough and was freaked out cleaning the blood from her lips and teeth. Thank God no more broken tooth. God's healing is superb. Her lips are now back to normal.

"Unforgivable" Facial Injuries
I was in primary school when this silly stupid idiotic girl ran into me and banged her head into my lips. My upper lip was cut so deeply and there was so much blood in my mouth and on my PE t-shirt. The PE teacher wanted to send me to hospital for stitching and asked me to ask my parents. At that time I remembered my grand pa was sick, really sick, in and out of the hospital after amputating his leg and my mum too went to the hospital for some surgery. Not wanting to add any financial burden, I declined going for the stitches. I washed and went home instead with the tissue pressed on the broken lip to stop the bleeding. I was angry with that girl whom I never talked to ever as she did not care to apologise. Sadly, she never seemed to be a normal kid and was often goofy. Anyway when i reached home I was horrified that the tissued became glued to the blood clot and then I had to remove the remnants of the tissue and that was not without pain and fear.

After this incident I became rather worried that I would look ugly. Thankfully, God healed the lip though upon very close inspection I can see the old scar that "damages" what would be an almost perfect pout. I just cannot stand it when people accidently hit my face. I mean why not other parts of the body but the face is so delicate and any scar can damage one for life.

Then once in a worship rehearsal. There was this fat girl that waved a jesus flag pole right into my right cheek. Boy it was an accident. I was not even standing close to her at all but in her exuberance in worshipping the Lord she had flung the flag so far back and whacked my right cheek with her might. I was seething with pain and anger and so embarrassed and worried that I may be bleeding on the cheek and sporting a tribal scar like SEAL forever. Thank God, there was no blood but a huge bruise that kept me indoors for a week or two. (I don't one anybody to think that I was abused!!!!) Sigh what remained was an obvious depression or dent on what would be an almost perfect right cheek. It is more obvious when I smiled so I hardly smile now a days.

Of course I had forgiven this fat girl but wisdom tells me to avoid "dangerous" people.

After all these facial injuries, it is no wonder that despite what many people including my husband thinks, I do not consider myself a beauty but one always in need of much beautifying.