I was in my apartment alone, husband had gone to work. My baby just had a burn and I was told to keep him still. He was in the stroller in the apartment. I don't usually get up and put the news on, but that day as I was watching the breaking news of it came on. I think I spent the whole day, besides feeding my infant in front of the tv. I couldn't seem to stop watching, as I got worried there was even more going to happen. It felt traumatizing to me, although I'm glad my older boy was in school and they'd protect him from seeing any of it. I had thought for a bit, what if more happens, and should I pick up my older son. I called my husband back then at work where he was a welder and asked if he heard about it. We talked a bit in bed about how horrible it was, but I spent the night praying and thinking of what I saw and how sorry I felt for people right there experiencing it.