~~ We were swimming at a pool and Simon was running from me. I took off to catch him from the other direction and he didn't meet me. He didn't meet me. My heart started to race. I started to scream. I was looking down at the water, not up. I knew he fell in. I saw him from across the pool at the bottom and I dove in screaming. By the time I got to him, a lifeguard was pulling him out. But he wasn't doing CPR. He was staring at him, shaking his cheeks. Every few seconds Simon would almost draw a breath, then his head would fall to the side. His eyes seemed to be screaming for help. I was screaming at the lifeguard.~~
I woke up.
It took me some time to calm down and warm up enough to wake Willy for some support. I heard Simon talk in his sleep. I went up to kiss him and came back to bed. I felt angry at this lifeguard, not understanding why he wasn't doing more to save my little boy. Then I began to think of all the things we need to do to protect him. He's full on two now. He knows what he wants and is incredibly stubborn and determined to figure out a way to get it. I can't keep him off the top bunk of the big boys' beds, doorknobs are no longer a deterrent for him. And there's the pools and parks this spring and summer.
Then I began to really think about the worst of it. I don't want to, but I can imagine the pain of him not being here. I can go there too quickly, and this time of year, it doesn't take a whole lot. Losing Lucas and Caleb, my mind takes off to that awful place on its own. And then the floodgates open. Thoughts, memories, tears, all take on a life of their own. I have to hold on tight at the moment to the sound of Benjamin's monitor ticking, and the knowledge that Simon is in his bed, I just kissed his head, and he is safe right now. And the sound of Colton and Ethan "walking" down the stairs.
I've been spending more time in prayer lately. This time of year usually brings me closer to God. This morning was no different. I feel His comfort and strength as I move through the day. I was able to get out of bed and go about normal snow day business. And the boys have been able to move through their day without picking up on my pain. The big boys know this time of year. That's another post for another day. How much I hate that they have to walk this also.