The Last SouvenirAugust 9, 2012 at 9:44 pm | Posted in Giggles, Transylvania | 12 Comments
Tags: Broken Arm, Challenges, Children, Expats, Health Care, Milestones, Motherhood, Romania, Souvenirs, Surgery
Before the sun and the commuters woke up this morning, we were buckled in the car and headed down the highway, soaking in the smell of my husband’s cinnamon-raisin bagel and the sounds of Pink. Giggles sat in the back, still and mostly silent, holding his favorite stuffed mouse and electric! blue! blanket!
Not a postcard. Or a magnet. Or a bag of fluorescent, exotic-tasting candy.
Just two small pins. Fresh from Giggles’ humerus and a quick spin in the autoclave.
When the surgeon handed them to me, they clacked and clicked in the sturdy plastic jar. But that barely audible, innocuous sound shook my eardrums and my heartstrings like a bass drum.
This was it. We’d unpacked the boxes. Registered for preschool and kindergarten and a new library card. Eaten our weight in Eggos. And now, we’d fixed the broken arm. Deductible paid. X-rays complete. File closed.
And not just on our bizarre medical history from the last year, but on our Romanian life.
Our Romanian life.
If I didn’t have two stainless steel, child-sized K-wires and a stack of X-rays in three different languages piled high on the kitchen table, I’d marvel at those surreal words — our Romanian life.
Where we really there? What will we remember? And how long until we forget?
Does your life ever feel surreal to you? What do you remember from your own life-changing experiences? And do you have any souvenirs like ours?