Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Emergency FHE

I would like to say that I'm always prepared for Monday nights but that's not the case. Sometimes I scramble. I put the boys in the tub last night and tried to think of a topic we hadn't covered in a while. Then I heard THE cry. The one where you know it's more than just a scratch. John was already in the bathroom when I walked in. There was blood. Porter slipped in the tub, whacked his chin and split it open. Great. We asked him if he wanted mom or dad to take him to the hospital. He chose me and I was glad.

I sped to the ER. Porter was terrified. I could see it in his eyes. "Mommy, it hurts! It hurts really bad!" Over and over he kept saying this and all I could do was reassure him that it was all going to be OK. We got signed in, went back in our room and waited. I was sitting on the bed with him and asked if he wanted to say a prayer. "NNNNNOOOO, Mom, I'm hurt. I can't say a prayer!" I smiled and told him I would do it. I prayed for him to feel at peace and help him be brave when they put the stitches in. Just a few quick words spoken to Heavenly Father and Porter calmed down, completely. "Mom, I feel better," he said to me when I finished. We talked about the Holy Ghost and how we can always say a prayer where ever we are. And Heavenly will always hear our prayers. It was a great moment. Well, about as great as you can get when your holding a bleeding child....

The remainder of our two hour stay passed without many tears. I had to hold them back when the doctor was putting in the medicine that would numb the wound. We had a great doctor who talked to Porter the whole time and she told him everything that she was doing. He couldn't of cared less. He was too busy trying to watch Finding Nemo. Eight stitches later and we were on our way home.


This was not my first experience with stitches. We were there with Cameron, last year....

Still all smiles. Nothing keeps this kid down.

I hope I survive having boys. But, more importantly, I'm thankful for the teaching experience I had with my oldest son. And for the reminder that prayers are heard and answered.


2 comments:

  1. Ack! I'm glad he's ok. I'm still living in fear of "our first time". Bumps. Blood. But no stitches. Yet!

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  2. Tawnya,I hope you are lucky and never have a first time.

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