Things that make you go hmmm

So at the Lag B'Omer party that was held outdoors at the closest shul to our location with a full on loud DJ and 2 or 3 hair cuttings and an amazing BBQ (amazing because when do I ever get to eat kosher steak cooked outside by someone else???)
The party was ok, tons of Israelis, boisterous and noisy, just the way they like it...
So Yael is coaxing her little brother who is fearless to play on the wooden play-scape (which had undergone some obvious updating by the color of some of the newer boards (yeah safety)
This is before the party is even really in full swing, most of the men folk have been bidden by the Rabbi in charge (there were a multitude of rabbis on the premises) for mincha services.
So Benjamin is trudging up the bridge to get to the slide (as he passes the littler slide) that is obviously made for bigger kids with Yael encouraging him from behind. Before he found out he could get bounced along in the bouncy houses on site for the occasion. As he is going up, he trips on his shoe and falls on the wooden slats - on his face. And he gets a bloody nose for his efforts. Again, thanks to safety, I cannot reach into the wooden bridge thing to get my shocked but not yet weeping child because the wooden slats are placed just far enough apart that I can't get my hands in there. Thankfully, there were a few other children playing around the area, but none on the slide he was headed towards, so I sprang into action (after what seemed like an eternity of trying to coax him toward me) and climbed up the slide in 2 steps and scooped up my now bloodied and crying child (I think he was crying cause he tasted the blood more than anything). What made me go hmmm in this situation is that I had to carry my bloodied child down a hallway of classrooms and directly in front of the sanctuary to get to the ladies room to clean him up. It is really a matter of how you perceive things. Since I had swooped in and scooped him up so quickly and because I had my hand in front of his face so as to shield him a bit from onlookers, he was no longer crying or screaming. I was comforting him, but wasn't really alarmed and he was not really in pain. But I still had quite a few onlookers who didn't offer to help. That is what made me curious. Normally, someone would have gotten a cup of water ice or SOMETHING. Maybe because we were both so calm? I hurried along, but was not running, calming him but not freaking out myself.
Or maybe it was just because it was a bloody nose that obviously did not require stitches or what have you. I expected people to fawn over him to make sure he was ok. Nothing. Sure the place was pretty devoid of menfolk, and the party hadn't really begun yet, but there were plenty of people around. And it is just now that I am mulling it over, since it didn't impact his evening or mine more that the initial crying and cleanup in the ladies room, where I stuffed an extra few paper towels in my pocket in case the bleeding occurred later in the evening (which it didn't)

The other thing that made me go hmm was one of the other rabbis who is rather youngish, but has been here for a good 6 years or so with his family. He asked me how Benjamin's (he meant Jonathan's) lungs were. It reminded me that he visited us in the hospital when he was new to town and brought coloring books and bubbles (which we and he didn't know were verboten at the hospital at the time-a fall risk I am sure) And it reminded me too that I had been pregnant with Yael when Jonathan went through all of that. How our lives have changed. I can't even imaging having to go through something like that (G-d forbid) with one of my kids again at this stage of my life. He was young, we were younger than we are now (thank G-d) and it all turned out like it should; It amazes me to think of all that we went through. I did not really process it then (just in the 2nd week when I already "knew" we were going to have to have surgery -mother's instinct, psychic intuition, whatever- waiting that extra week and a half for the doctors to try and exhaust all their options was excruciating. And at that point, we didn't have or know about Skype so the calls from Israel were frantic and I couldn't even translate what the drs were saying for Eran who was in the room, much less for his frantic mother and father.
Just makes me realize how far we've come, and how much I really need therapy, if that's a part of our past that I can brush over so easily. Remember Brenda, most children don't need lung surgery for complications of pneumonia before their 2nd birthday. And Captain Oblivious, most kids don't spend the first year of their life throwing up nightly. That is not normal. Ignorance really is bliss...and pregnant-brain-fogged, first-time mommies can only deal with so much.