We had such a wonderful day. It was so beautiful out, the outside got tidied up, I got to mow the lawn, but we had a terrible incident that has us all squeezing each other a little tighter tonight and Carver between me and Craig as I type this.
To make a very long story short, we decided to travel to Fredericksburg, a town about 15 minutes from our house. They have a beautiful bike trail that winds through the woods, along the river, through the parks, there is plenty of sun and plenty of shade. Everything is fairly flat and has plenty of places to stop and relax. It was our first time on the trail although Craig went there when he was a little kid.
The trail goes under several bridges, we stopped to toss rocks in the water, we waded out into the water, the boys LOVED it and the water was so shallow.
We stopped at such a nice park. There were things to do for all ages and I even was able to play on the equipment with Carver. Usually it’s pretty cramped for my big butt but not this park!
As we continued on the trail we came across another area on the very end of the trail. It looked like this:
Some water was flowing over the top but it wasn’t anything of a strong current. We were so excited to get out and explore like we had at every other bridge. I was carrying Gannon and I took two steps onto the wet part of the bridge and immediately knew it was slippery and turned around to warn the boys.
Craig and I have spent the rest of the day digesting what happened next and we still aren’t sure of the order of events.
I didn’t hear a splash, I just saw Craig teaching into the water and yelled “CARVER!” Carver was no where to be seen in the dark brown water. Craig pulled his hand out of the water when I realized he didn’t have Carver yet. He reached in again, deep enough that the chest of his shirt was soaked, and after the longest five seconds of our lives, he pulled out a sopping wet Carver.
He had fallen into an eddy in which was in what was perceived to be a fairly shallow creek. It was fairly shallow literally everywhere else, we could see the bottom just fine.. but where Carver fell. After we collected ourselves, Craig stuck a long stick into the area where Carver fell in and guessed it to be about 4 or 5 feet deep. Craig explained why that was such a dangerous place for him to fall in:
Even though it wasn’t a big dam, it was still considered a low head dam that could have so easily taken Carver.
Thankfully, Carver held his breath. I have no idea how. He didn’t cough or sputter once.
We have run through what we thought or what happened all afternoon. We are so thankful Craig was right there. We have exhausted all what ifs. Craig said he could feel Carver caught in the current and headed for the bottom face first. He caught his leg in the first attempt to fish him out, He finally caught him by his t shirt on the second grab.
We think he either slipped in or thought it was shallow like it was on the other side. He tells us he doesn’t want to talk about it. My mom said to him “Carver I heard you fell in the water” and he says “yeah, I heard about that.”
I’ll just never forget that feeling of staring into brown water and knowing my son was in there but could not see him at all. Or when Craig came up empty handed after the first reach. Ugh.
So we are all squeezing each other a little tighter tonight and definitely felt like we were being watched over.
And he has earned a sleepover in our room. many lessons learned today. We still love and plan on going back to that bike trail but maybe just avoid the cemented bridge at the end!