So tonight it's baseball game time for Neal. Get there about 25 minutes early and Neal is warming up with two other kids and my dad. Mom and I are sitting back watching and laughing at Jacob and Zach wanting so badly to participate. About 15 minutes into warm up, Neal walks behind the kid swinging the bat. The kid hits full swing as Neal gets to his side and WHACK! Baseball bat to the face. I hear this blood curdling scream, my mom GASP, and Neal hits the ground. It all played out in slow motion. It was horrifying. We both run over and Neal is lying on the ground, face all bloody, screaming. Everyone is surrounding him and dad and I take a closer look. I was literally shaking, and I'm not one to usually react that way, I'm usually pretty calm. My dad scoops him up, I grab my cell, and my mom yells out "I've got the babies" as my dad and I run out of the park. The van seemed so far away. As we're running I call Chris and tell him to meet us at the ER. Too much traffic and a train later (about 10 minutes lol) we get there, and in behind us walks Chris and my parents and the babies. A friend is working the registration and we were back in like 10 minutes, thank God b/c the place was PACKED OUT! 3 xrays and 20 minutes later, he has a broken nose, we knew that. Unfortunately there's nothing they do for that, but luckily there were no fractures to the facial bones, it hit to the left side, so we were worried about his cheek bone and sinus cavity, but thank heavens there was no damage there. We follow up at the end of the week with the ENT. This is his last week of school, hence field day, and he has to take it easy. Oh well, could have been worse, could've done a lot more damage than it did. My poor mom, she was soooo upset. Her stepdad passed away Thursday and we didn't know until today b/c my parents were out of town. So today has been a bit emotional to say the least. It's funny I remember his 4th birthday I cried harder than he did when he crashed on his skateboard and skinned up his face, that perfect little face, I was so worried about a scar, you can hardly even make it out these days. Ahhh if I make it to the boys adulthood, through more broken bones and more stitches and broken hearts, without a nervous breakdown, I'll be surprised.
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