September 2013 --Not the 22nd mom!

I'm sitting in the living room with Alex. She just finished a phone call to her sons pediatrician in New Bern. (Yes, she has a 4 month old son). We are discussing something. I recall it has been nearly two years since our Day of Infamy. "Two years on the 22nd" I say with confidence. "The 27th mom" said Alex "It was the 27th." I'm sitting on the couch, tired-- "No Alex, I'm almost 100% sure it was the 22nd." "Let's bet" she says. We look back. She is right. It was the 27th. "I apologize" I sheepishly mumble. "Guess I was thinking of your baby's birthday on the 22nd of April." Alex smiles big, "I had a brain injury and I remembered! I can't belive you forgot" Alex was right. In fact she has been right on with her memory, her awareness and focus. Here we are nearly two years after a terrible car accident resulting in her DAI and TBI. Despite the challenges, Alex graduated with her high school diploma earlier this year, she obtained her drivers license, she is in college, and is working on moving forward through despite residual physical problems. She also has her emo moments, and they can be over the top, but overall, her progress IS above what could have been. So as Alex revels in her "rightness" I thought to myself, "I'm glad Alex was right, that she objected and stuck to her own memory. I'm glad she has such strong memories and confidence" "Most of all, I'm just glad she is here to be argued with"