1 year ago today Kaston was released from Children’s Hospital.
See, the day before he had been in a sledding accident. We loaded up the whole family + two of my best friends and headed to the mountain for a fun day of playing in the snow.

We were only there for a short amount of time before Kaston went flying to the hill and ended up hitting the concrete at the base of a ski lift pole.
I tried everything I could to position myself to catch him, but the ground was odd and there was no good way of knowing which way he was going to go.
We headed home. He vomited. We knew it was a concussion. We headed to the ER.
Mind you, he did cry and he didn’t complain.
Our local ER jumped right into action and got him in for a CT scan, which he even walked himself to. The scan showed our worst fear, a skull fracture and a bleed. There was no way for them to know if it was a brain bleed or blood seeping in from the outside of the skull. So a helicopter was called.
Thankfully there was a helicopter already in the area and got there within 15 minutes.
We watched as they loaded our boy and followed. What took them only 30 minutes, took us 2 hours.


Later, we found out that had it been another 30 minutes later, the helicopter wouldn’t have been able to fly him because of the weather!
My parents were waiting at the hospital for Kaston. They parked near the helicopter pad. I will always be grateful for how Children’s allowed my parents to be with Kaston until we were able to get there. My mom also was able to give them a lot of information, so there wasn’t too much chaos to deal with once we got there.
My mom kept me updated on every test that was done.
By the time we got there, Kaston was in an ICU room and just really hungry and thirsty, but unable to eat or drink because of the vomiting. It was a long night. They wanted to keep an eye on the bleed for any changes.
Around midnight or maybe 1 am, they moved us to another room and his eating restrictions were lifted. He had some jello and a string cheese.

The next morning, once the kitchen was open, he devoured some pancakes and strawberries 🤣

The doctors came in to review things and do their final evaluations and said he was ready to be discharged. Wh
What started out as one of the scariest experiences of my life, turned out okay. We were released before noon and he requested spaghetti for lunch. We stayed with my parents for a few days just in case anything changed and we needed to go back to the hospital.

Things I learned –
WEAR THE HELMET – I don’t care what is going on, just wear it. I have spent countless sleepless nights, sick to my stomach because I didn’t make him wear one. My guilt and shame is astronomical. And let’s be honest, rough and tough little boys probably need them just when walking around. The day we got home, he tried to do a head stand and jumped off the couch 🙄
CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL IS INCREDIBLE – we don’t live even close to one, but they’re so worth traveling to. In this case, our local ER was wonderful, but that’s not a very common story. If you’re dealing with a kid and think you need an ER and live close enough to Children’s, just go straight there. They’re the best there is.
TRUST YOUR GUT – you know your babies better than anyone, trust that. I had a couple people tell me that Kaston was fine, just knocked the wind out of him. We knew better.
NEVER TAKE YOUR BABIES FOR GRANTED – we have a positive story, it ended better than I could have even imagined. When we heard the words “bleed on the brain” everything seemingly closed in and suddenly I was imagining my life without my sweet boy and I couldn’t take it. We could have lost our boy that day, but Yah saw fit to spare him. He was back to normal so quickly. I know there are so many families out there who didn’t get to leave with their children after terrible accidents. And all I can muster up to say is just don’t take them for granted, live in each moment with them and cherish every second you get with them. We get so caught up in every day life that we don’t usually have time to stop and just be in that moment with them. In those moments, his messy room was not an issue, his leaving the door open on cold days seemed so insignificant…all the things that I had ever been upset about didn’t matter, because all that mattered was getting to see my son again and Paise Yeshuah I did.
And today, I am reminded of all of it. I’m reminded that life is precious and so fragile. I’m reminded that everything could change in the blink of an eye. Like a vapor, all that I love and cherish could be gone. I am reminded that instead of life being completely different amd empty, we got another chance and now a whole year with of craziness and laughs and hugs and snuggles and life with this boy….and for that I am so grateful.
So I encourage you today, and every day, to hold those you love close. Stop letting petty things get in the way of living and loving. These babies are so precious. Go love on them a little extra.
We praise Yah for another year of life with this sweet, crazy, wild boy. We are so grateful he is here with us 🤍


















