It's not a scary story, it's terrifying.
Every time I go back to that moment 13 years ago tonight, I shudder.
The phone call came just as I was finishing carving a pumpkin with my daughter. We had just taken several pictures of the end result and were getting ready for the "Trick or Treaters"...
My grandson, Gavin, and his mother were in critical condition. We didn't know that Gavin was being born, but my son called in a panic from the hospital, crying about the blood all over the car. I couldn't understand him, so I needed him to calm down. Was there an accident?
Why was there blood in the car?
He just kept saying "they won't let me see her" over and over. I finally understood that my son's wife was giving birth nearly two months early. Her water had broken and then she began bleeding.
I grabbed my car keys, the rest of my family and we went to the hospital. We sat for hours... and then my son came into the waiting room, we all knelt. And prayed. I wished I had a magic wand to wave and say "Abracadabra!" ...to make all the worry go away. To dry the tears.
A couple of hours later, the Pediatric ICU allowed me in to see my beautiful Grandson for the first time.
We spent the following weeks in the Pediatric ICU around the clock. I poured Reiki Energy into him, and the love I didn't know I could possess for another human.
They finally let us bring him home. My perfect little Buddha man.
And now? He's turning 13. Each Halloween I always say that the Great Pumpkin brought him to us, right before I hear him say, "Hey Ginga (his name for me) Trick or Treat?"
It's been three years since I've seen him, and in about two weeks, I'll be able to give him another big hug, and tell him how much I Love Him. Between us though, he will never ever be able to scare me like he did on his first #Halloween.
Big thanks to #HiveBuzz for the cool badge (hopefully) and the chance to share the shudder with my #SilverBlogger community.
