{"id":17773,"date":"2024-10-28T12:21:34","date_gmt":"2024-10-28T09:21:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/mamoms-apie-gyvenimo-nesaldumynus\/"},"modified":"2026-03-23T17:57:32","modified_gmt":"2026-03-23T14:57:32","slug":"to-moms-on-lifes-bittersweet-moments","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/to-moms-on-lifes-bittersweet-moments\/","title":{"rendered":"To Moms. on life\u2019s (bitter)sweet moments"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In my hand, I hold a helmet soaked in blood.<br \/>\nAnd trying to keep my hand from trembling too much while holding it\u2014I take a photo.<br \/>\nNot for this post.<br \/>\nBut for the helmet\u2019s owner\u2019s Mom.<br \/>\nMy Dominykas\u2019 friend\u2019s Mom.<br \/>\nWho, yesterday afternoon, receives the photo directly into the ambulance speeding with its sirens\u2014the sound of which still \u201cechoes\u201d in my head\u2014toward the emergency room.<br \/>\nAnd it will \u201cecho\u201d for a long time.<\/p>\n<p>Medics need as much information as possible about the nature of a head injury, the force of the impact, the location of the trauma.<br \/>\nAnd the damage to the helmet tells them a lot.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday.<br \/>\nIt was a simple, sunny, fairly warm Sunday.<br \/>\nMy Dominykas went out for a bike ride with a friend a year older.<br \/>\nNot his first time on a bike.<br \/>\nNot the first time racing down the hill.<br \/>\nThey\u2019ve known each other for years.<br \/>\nBoth serious.<br \/>\nResponsible.<br \/>\nUnscathed heads.<br \/>\nJust two boys enjoying ordinary, regular boyish fun.<\/p>\n<p>But fate\u2019s threats are unknown.<br \/>\nOne jump for Dominykas\u2019 friend went wrong. Very wrong.<br \/>\nWhy? What was different? No one can say.<\/p>\n<p>But the fact is: the landing was such that the boy initially lost consciousness.<br \/>\nThen the seizures began.<br \/>\n\u201cWhen his eyes turned white,\u201d I thought, \u201cthis is really bad,\u201d my Do later recounted.<\/p>\n<p>The kids didn\u2019t panic.<br \/>\nThey weren\u2019t scared of the blood.<br \/>\nThey called 112 themselves and summoned help.<br \/>\nThey informed us.<br \/>\nThe medics were incredible.<br \/>\nThey arrived fast.<br \/>\nReacted instantly.<\/p>\n<p>Why am I telling this?<br \/>\nBecause after a long conversation Sunday evening with Dominykas\u2019 friend\u2019s Mom,<br \/>\nafter the medics confirmed that apart from stitches on the chin, many superficial injuries, and a mild concussion and contusion\u2014more serious head trauma had been avoided.<br \/>\nOn the phone, the Moms of these two wonderful boys expressed their joy, which broke through half a day of well-contained fear with double sighs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVika, you know how to reach deep with words!\u201d she asked me.<br \/>\n\u201cWrite to all Moms, that only the helmet prevented today\u2019s scenario from being tragic.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I write.<br \/>\nBecause I heard that on the other end of the line was the HAPPIEST MOM in the world.<br \/>\nWho, after a terrifyingly anxious time, learned: THE CHILD WILL BE OK.<br \/>\nBecause serious injuries were avoided thanks to the right helmet.<br \/>\nDoctors examined the child and confirmed it several times.<\/p>\n<p>No.<br \/>\nWe Moms of boys cannot keep them locked safely at home, building Lego and flipping through books.<br \/>\nWe cannot be right there under collapsing pillow forts.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo,\u201d I smile after the stress, \u201cI\u2019ll lock the bike away.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cAnd what will I do for fun then?\u201d asks my teen.<br \/>\n\u201cEmbroider cross-stitch,\u201d I joke.<\/p>\n<p>No.<br \/>\nThey don\u2019t grow up without scratches and bruises.<br \/>\nWithout broken hands or fingers.<br \/>\nWithout stitches.<br \/>\nWe cannot cover their adventures with protective soft pillows.<br \/>\nBut!<br \/>\nWe can buy them helmets and instill in their beloved heads the fact that without them\u2014<br \/>\nnot a single step toward adventure!<\/p>\n<p>If you have adventure-seekers by your side\u2014<br \/>\nshow them a photo of a broken helmet painted pink.<br \/>\nTell the story of one Sunday afternoon, \u201cechoing\u201d with ambulance sirens.<br \/>\nInside was a boy brimming with life, enjoying time with a friend.<\/p>\n<p>The good news: he didn\u2019t forget to fasten the helmet.<br \/>\nAnd after recovery,<br \/>\nhe will return to grasp life\u2019s adventures with his little hands again.<br \/>\nIt could have been very different.<br \/>\nVery, very different.<\/p>\n<p>Mua,<br \/>\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17773","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17773","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17773"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}