Photo by Flickr user Omar Barcena (Creative Commons license).
I feel like someone who flirts with her own breaking point on a daily basis, but few things threaten my sanity more than when my son is in pain.
On Sunday night, my indefatigable and fearless almost-4-year-old launched himself off the couch in defiance of gravity and growth plates and my raised-voice warnings, and I heard easily the most stomach-turning sound I’ve ever heard in my life: the sound of my boy’s body breaking under his own weight.
I’ve been through some hospital shit with this kiddo before. His hurricane early birth and 87 days in NICU. Chronic lung disease, a “normal” complication of prematurity. Surgery to bring down an undescended testicle. Surgery to insert ear tubes to enhance his hearing and help prevent infections.
All of those experiences showed me that Jax has near-superhuman resilience and healing powers, not just of body but of spirit.
On Sunday night, I learned he can break. Continue reading