Debris

I will never forget the debris that flooded into the storm shelter the day of the tornado. I was a new first time mom that didn't let my 9 month old down on my floor unless I had recently swept and mopped and then it was on top of a clean blanket. This well protected baby was in his infant carrier covered in tiny pieces of grass, wood, rock and who knows what else. One piece of grass threatening his little baby eye. It may sound odd, but they potential viruses or infections he could have gotten from being in the middle if a completely devastated area was as terrifying to me as the brick and trees laying everywhere or our next door neighbor's car that I heard bend and whine and end up upside down in the field behind us 50 yards away. I was so fearful of the air he was breathing and contamination that was everywhere. For days I would come back to my sister's house covered in filth and was scared to pick up my baby and expose him to what may be on my clothes. The fear was an additional trauma to everything that was going on a that time. My fears were actualized when Luke not only got a virus soon after the tornado, but also had a Feberal Siezure. It was terrifying.