I was bathing BabyGirl in her infant tub in the kitchen sink. I'm pretty sure she'd had a diaper blow out or some such thing since I normally bathed her at night before putting on her jammies. She was a little over 3 months old. When the phone rang, I let Husband get it since I was up to my elbows in wet baby & Johnson's Baby Wash. He talked to his mother for a few minutes then hung up & went about his business.
When I was finished with BabyGirl's bath he said, "That was mom. She said someone attacked New York. Something about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center?" My first thought, honestly was You've got to be kidding....and not in the That's horrible, I just cannot accept it as fact way. It was in the snide teenage What-ever way. You see, MIL is a bit prone to exaggeration and fact confusion. I didn't think it was possible that anyone would attack New York so there was no way she'd gotten this story right.
I flipped on the television to see what was going on that she could possibly confuse with some kind of attack. Husband and I spent the next 5 hours watching the news. We watched as the second plane hit. We watched as the towers fell. We watched as the world changed in front of our eyes.
I didn't shed a tear. I was too shocked to cry. I clung to BabyGirl and sat in a state of total disbelief as the tragedy unfolded. When Husband left for work, I loaded up BabyGirl and headed 30 minutes away to Bucka & Busha's. I was terrified to be left alone that day with the carnage on CNN. To this day, those images still haunt me.
Today I will pray for the survivors. I will pray for the children about to turn nine who never met their fathers and the children who lost their mothers. I will pray for the parents who had to do the unthinkable when they laid their children to rest. I will pray for the spouses who had to carve out a new life without their partners.
I will never forget.