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Friday, May 06, 2011

Drama!

This post is part of the story of David and I, but it is really about this little boy who is now married and has a little boy of his own, plus one on the way.
My youngest brother, Tyson was about 3 years old at this time. This is only weird if you’re not Mormon. Ty was my little angel. Due to an odd number of girls living at home at the time, and me getting really annoyed with some of my sisters’ sleeping habits (e.g. leaving the light on or sleeping with the radio on. You know who you are!) Ty and I shared a bedroom. Being the tiny little boy that he was, sometimes he would still wake up in the middle of the night and want his Mommy. At first, when he woke up crying, I would take him to my Mom’s bedroom and drop him off. Eventually, it just became way easier to have him crawl into bed with me. He was my little buddy.
One day, my parents had taken several of the kids over to Grandma’s house to go swimming. Mom had gone inside and Dad was outside with the kids. He hollered to the kids that it was time to get out of the pool and get cleaned up. Ty obviously thought that “get cleaned up” meant to wander around with a towel on your head. Meanwhile, Dad was having a conversation with Grandpa and completely missed Ty wandering into the pool. The towel on his head silenced the splash, and down he went. After a couple of minutes, Dad started looking around for Tyson and found him on the bottom of the pool. The paramedics were called and Ty was air-evac-ed to Good Samaritan Hospital in Phoenix. My parents called me at Radio Shack where I was working at my glamorous job. Freaking out, I raced home.
Mom and Dad were rushing to get everything settled so they could head up to Phoenix to be with Tyson. My dad knew that David lived right down the street from the hospital and asked me if I would call him to go over and give Ty a blessing right away. I did and he did. He and his dad went over and gave Ty a blessing and waited for my parents to arrive (we lived about ½ hour away from the hospital, in good traffic). We were all grateful to have a contact so close and available to be of assistance to our little boy.
That night, David came over and picked me up to go out. Ty was still in the hospital, but he was recovering well. We decided to go to Mary’s and watch a movie with her and her boyfriend. At the time, I had no idea what the movie, The Abyss, was about. Well, as these people began to purposely drown themselves with liquid oxygen, I began to sob. Of course, they weren’t dying, but they could have, and so could my little brother. Luckily, I had a shoulder to cry on attached to a very handsome face. I really couldn’t take watching that movie anymore, so we left. Much snuggling followed. Tyson came home the next day with no lasting damage, but a cool story to tell about how he almost drowned when he was 3 years old.

8 comments:

reuben said...
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megan said...

Monique, it is not a cool story! I just cried through your whole dumb post!

jaust.me said...

I said it would be a cool story for him, not for us. He's a boy.

ducklips said...

I wonder if this is where he first started to develop those super human abilities.

Teresa said...

That must have been so hard. I'm sure he was more than just your brother. When there is such a big age difference in siblings you feel extra protective.

Ashley said...

"Luckily, I had a shoulder to cry on attached to a very handsome face." That's always a nice thing. It's definitely difficult to cry on a shoulder not attached to a handsome face.. or any face for that matter..

Shanda said...

To be honest, Ty shared his special bond with you as his psuedo mom long before I heard the 'cool story' of his near-drowning. He was really young, but cherishes the time that you spent with him as a nurturing big sis. I had forgotten David's role in this story too. I guess he's been part of the family for a long time =)

megan said...

I was just rereading this and I'm not sure mom was at Grandma and Grandpas house when this all happened. I think that is why dad took us swimming. I was only 6 or so, so I could be wrong, but I remember having to wait for mom to get there too.

I also remember, if you want some more details... Dad pulled Ty's lifeless body out of the water and carried him to one of the lounge chairs and started doing cpr. Ty's face was very blue and Dad's face was a mix of business and pain. He finally push all the water out of Ty's lungs and it was like watching a volcano erupt. The water just burst out of his nose and mouth. Since, at the time we were still so far away from anything Dad had Chris and I go wait out on Grandma's curb to show the ambulance which house to go to. I remember how windy it was from the helicopter landing next store and how calmed, but hurried the EMT's were. I don't know who came and got Chris and I from Grandma's house. Was it you or Elise? Or did Grandma give us a ride home?

Yeah, I remember way too much about this day. I have seen two family member air lifted to the hospital. That is two too many