Emergency Room

There’s nothing quite like the searching, private inventory you take, looking into your heart at a time of crisis.  We had our first emergency room encounter this week.  Our beautiful boy was napping one minute:

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Looking like an angel.
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Ten minutes later.

And next, we found ourselves frantically rushing to the emergency room.  What happened?

Screen Shot 2013-04-14 at 2.35.05 PMHe tripped at the top of those concrete stairs. ( I went back for the photos later). It was one of those slow-motion, horrific moments when you see your toddler teetering just before gravity reaches out and snatches them. I screamed for it to stop.  I screamed when I watched the way my husband dove down the  stairs after him, like a runner stealing home plate.  Very like, actually.  Check out his raspberry.

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Urgent care wouldn’t touch him.  They sent us straight to the hospital. Their reaction was a bit alarming.  I couldn’t hold back a few tears as I said a silent prayer.  I searched my heart while they admitted my baby.  What if there were complications as a result of the fall?  What if the unthinkable happened?  As quickly as I thought it, I knew the answers.

No matter what, we will always be a family.  No matter what, the Lord will always be there to help.  I was reassured by my faith.

Therefore, I did not dissolve into a hysterical, over-reacting, first-time mother in the ER, as was my natural inclination. Instead, I let out a deep breath and waited.

Fast forward past doctors, nurses, a CT Scan, five little monkeys jumping on the hospital bed, bandages, antibiotics, and more prayers:

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Bless his little heart, ten more minutes went by and he looked like this:

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I have matching bruises on my heart.

To our great relief, we learned that there was no sign of internal injury in the CT Scan.  He will be good as new in a few weeks.  More prayers.  This time, prayers of gratitude and relief.

It is always surprising to confront the brutal truth that we are not really in control of life.  I didn’t just feel powerless, I was powerless.  When it comes down to it, all life rests in the Lord’s hands.  Each breath is a gift from Him.  Another great gift from Him is faith.  As sobering as was my helplessness, my faith was also real.  Not tangibly real like bruises on my child, but still real—true—clarifying and heart-changing.  It’s not something that someone else can give you.  Faith is without price.

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Good thing Grandma and Grandpa came and made it all better with chocolate ice cream.

***As an aside*** I wasn’t sure if I should go to the hospital or how serious his injury was.  Here are the guidelines the ER doctor shared with me:  You need a CT scan if:

  • Your child fell from twice their height (Even though overall, he fell down 7 steep stairs before my husband caught him, technically, he didn’t fall more than three feet before the first impact.  They mean a straight fall from twice their height to the ground.)
  • Your child looses consciousness at any point.
  • Your child’s behavior is unusual, acting confused or strange.
  • Your child’s bruise is larger than two inches. (This one that sealed the deal for our little guy.)

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