Black Friday

Peter was sent to ER by an ambulance from daycare. It was the seizure resulting from his high temperature. When I arrived ER, my poor baby was already in his dad's arms--looking terrified. His face was pale and he did not respond much to me. Finally, I could no longer hold my tears and let it pour down my cheek. It was just the most painful moment in my whole life to watch my poor baby go through all of the examination. He was pressed on bed by two adults, so that the nurse could get some blood out of his deep-hidden vein. It was hard enough to hear him screaming, crying, watch his legs kicking and arms reaching out for help, but even more hurtful to realize that as his mom, i could not do a damn thing to stop all of these from happening and take his pain away. My baby, his eyes stared at me, the helpless look struck my heart, and i could feel the needles pinching my arms, my heart broken into pieces and my tears flushing over my face...Now, it all seemed to be in such a bad dream, which to me, is so far, far away. I only hope he will be well and sound. Sorry, my sweet baby.