Kabbie: Oh f*ck we need to stop the bleeding! We need to cover it up now!
Mitor: No, we need to clean it first!
Kabbie: Wait I don't think we have Betadine!
Mitor: Okay I'll run now to Mercury!
Kabbie: No, no I think we need to go to the ER. Call Dra. Tiongson!
Mitor: Okay will start the car!
Kabbie: Teka nakahubad pa yung bata!
Kelly: Waaaah, waaaaah, MOMMY!!!
So we ended up covering her wound with a cotton pad secured by a strip of washi tape, and off we went to the ER. Way to go, girl scout me. #slowclap
Good thing Mitor's cousins were at home right when the accident happened to keep us from going crazy. It's weird how panic can really shut off your brain cells. At that time, the only thing that was going through my head was a prayer: "Please Lord, no stitches, no brain damage. Please, please, please."
Thank heavens my prayers were answered! We went home after an hour, no need for X-rays or CitiScan since Kelly did not show any sign of head trauma. All they did was clean the wound and cover it up. I think more than anything, I was the traumatized one.
Right outside Cardinal Santos Medical Center
Tuloy ang ligaya!
The Tita Squad
Now that the would has completely healed, I can't help but stare at her scar every night; wondering, wishing, if it will ever fade away. Surprisingly, I sometimes ask myself if I really want it to vanish. Because to me, scars are solid reminders of strength, of faith, of love.
I have several battle scars of my own and looking at them empowers me. It's ironic how scars can be so ugly yet it reminds you of beautiful moments. My C-section scar brings me back to January 15 2015, the day when I gave birth to Kelly. Everything was so chill, the doctors were singing along with Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack and she came out right when O-O-H Child by the Five Stairsteps was playing.
Our first family photo
Morning view on the day of my surgery
Laughter is the best medicine
Dr. Dino Vargas, aka the best surgeon in the world
Well, who knows? Kelly's just a year old anyway and maybe her scar will fade. But if it doesn't, that's fine too, because it will always be a beautiful reminder of God's saving grace and the power of prayer.
Lest we forget, she and Harry Potter now have something in common. Let the magic begin!