On Saturday, September 3, 2016 at 10:08:24 AM UTC-5, DerbyDad03 wrote:
On Saturday, September 3, 2016 at 4:33:20 AM UTC-4, Uncle Monster wrote:
On Saturday, September 3, 2016 at 2:38:14 AM UTC-5, DerbyDad03 wrote:
When my (luckily now an adult) son was a toddler, he was in one of these swings:
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41i0xuq7wnL.jpg
If you have ever tried to get a kid out of one of these, you know how difficult it can
sometimes be. We were in a neighbor's yard and his kid was up in the fort section
of the swing set.
From the kitchen window we heard his wife call out "Lunch is ready!. I wrestled my kid
out of the swing and he retrieved his kid from the fort. We had barely made it into his
house when a huge limb from a tree next door came down on the swing set, crushing it.
It came down directly in line with the main beam, destroying the swing set and fort from
end to end.
All we heard was a loud crack and barely had time to turn around before the limb
was on the ground with the mangled swing set under it. There is absolutely no
way either of us would have had time to get our kids out in time to save them once
the "crack" was heard.
We said a lot of thank you prayers that day.
Cousin It-Still-Makes-Me-Shiver Monster
It's strange how things like that happen. If you're a religious person, you may believe a higher power like a guardian angel intervened. I've had odd feelings that caused me to make a different choice as to what move I would make as I travel through this world and it saved me. I think there is some kind of extra sensory perception because it's hit me and my brother a lot of times. We call each other and say something like,"Have you spoken to Sue today because I have an odd feeling. You too huh?" It turns out Sue was in an auto accident and hurt really bad the same time the hairs on the back of our necks stood up. Before CID on phones, I'd often pick up the phone,"Hello Jane. How did you know it was me? I was just thinking about you." Spooky. I'm glad your son survived into adulthood. I'm sure he grew up to be a fine young man with a wonderful dad like you. ^_^
[8~{} Uncle Spooky Monster
This is the same son that almost died at birth. It was our first and no one
at the hospital believe that SWMBO was ready to give birth. They put us in
a birthing center "waiting room" (a room with a bed) while they waited for
a real birthing room to open up. They basically ignored my requests to
have someone look at her.
I stepped out into the hall and happened to see our mid-wife who wasn't even
supposed to be working that day. She was actually visiting someone. I asked
her to stop in and check on my wife who was insisting that she was ready. The mid-wife took one look, immediately called for a cart and the birthing began.
Halfway through the birthing process she screamed for my wife to stop
pushing. The cord was wrapped around my son's neck and he was not
breathing. She cut the cord, my wife pushed the kid out and the mid-wife
began administering mouth-to-mouth. It took a few breaths, but he eventually
starting breathing - and crying. They let my wife hold him for a few seconds
and then took him away for a complete check-up because of his ordeal. They
decided that he was OK and brought him back after an agonizing wait.
I have no doubt that he would have died if I hadn't have been in the hall
at the same time that our mid-wife just happened to walk by.
To add insult to injury, the mid-wife was not on call, so she didn't
get any documented credit for the birth. The doctor from the practice -
the only one from the practice that my wife did not like - was on duty
that morning, asleep in the doctor's lounge when all this happened. Since
he was the one that was on duty, it is his name that appears on the birth records. The incident and mid-wife's name is in my son's medical records,
but the birth itself "belongs" to the doctor who never even woke up.
I couldn't help but laugh, not in a mean way but it seems you son started out with a charmed life. Has he had any other close calls with death? Heck, everything has tried to kill me and I've managed to survive. What is your son studying in school or what career has he chosen? ^_^
[8~{} Uncle Study Monster