Bruising

Now when we speak of bruising we are no just talking about a causal spot. The kind of bruising before we knew what had befelled our family is the kind that actually grow and look like it could grow legs and walk away. The bruising was apparent up and down his spinal column, all over his legs, arms and further.

These bruises concerned us not only for the obvious. But for the inherent connotations that go along with bruising on a child, Yes, abuse. The bruising had gotten to the point where we were grasping at ideas, thoughts, scenario us as to when and how these all occurred.

I'm embarrassed to say we even questioned each other, and our other son. Not in a confrontational kind of way but more of a inquisitive empathetic way. The aforementioned statement alone makes me sick to my stomach and almost tears to my eyes. This was the beginnings of this disease and its grasp on our family.

We actually were concerned about bringing him in to a Dr. to ask, being afraid of what might be implied by this bruising in public. Again this angers and saddens me to no end, that out society has come to this; that a parent would even for one brief minute or moment in time question weather or not to seek help or answers from a Dr. for fear or reprisal of the knee jerk reaction our society places on seeing bruising on a child. While actually founded with a semblance of reality of what our society has become and some of the sickos that inhabit this planet along with the rest of us, there does need to be more attention brought to protecting our babies.

Within days of these grotesque bruises setting up shop on our son the final straw for us: Samuel was pushing his car over by the window bent over and casually hit the corner of his eye. Barley hard enough to do anything except make a sound. It didn't even command an ouch or a whimper from him. The next day not only was his right eye black and blue the left one was. If I hadn't been sitting on the couch I wouldn't have believed it.