Mother-Son Bonding Experience
Monday, August 12, 2013
It's so hard to believe that it's been 28 years since my son, Charles, was born by emergency C-section for fetal distress. Time has flown by. He is now a responsible man with a wife of five years.
Today after I cooked him lunch, we went to donate blood together. This is the second time we've done that. We call it a "mother-son bonding experience" in addition to doing a good deed. During the summer, especially, the local blood bank is short on blood and they really appreciated us giving a pint of red blood cells. My blood especially because I'm O negative, which is the universal donor, and I was informed that they only had a two day supply of that type. Both my son and I are CMV (cytomegalovirus) negative which is unusual.
For donating twice this summer, we were each given a free steak dinner at Outback SteakHouse. When we go for that dinner, it will be our next "mother-son" bonding experience. I'm really looking forward to it.
Today Charles got light-headed with blurry vision after donating. They said his blood pressure was only 105/50 which is very low. He was close to passing out. The "girls" were very professional and competent and they did everything right - elevating his feet, ice bag on the back of his neck, fluids, etc. He rested for a half-hour and then we were good to go. I got a little worried, but I was sure he would be okay. We were able to stop at WalMart on the way home to pick up a few things and he's fine now.
My exercise instructor was surprised that my son and I were going to go donate blood together for something to share. She thought we would go out for a drink. But my son doesn't drink - and I don't drink in front of him. I'm proud of him that he abstains. He saw his uncle die of liver failure from alcoholism and vowed as a teenager that he wouldn't drink. He's a big guy - 300 pounds - and should lose 100 pounds but I haven't been able to convince him to try SparkPeople yet. Maybe by my example he'll try to shed a few pounds. He makes pizza five nights a week and eats at work so that doesn't help.
I'm really proud of my son - no matter what weight. He's become a really good man. He attends church every Sunday and drives the truck for their "food distribution program". We did our "good deed" for the day - too bad it was a little stressful - but I felt good about ourselves. We helped to save a life.
If you're qualified to donate - please Give Blood. There is no substitute. And you could help to save a life