Thursday, August 11, 2011

Taking a Header

My day started out fairly normal until Nolan took a bad fall and cut open his head. The blood poured out of him like a glass of knocked over koolaide and I panicked. I have read stories about Mom's going into these alternate states where they just function on pure adrenaline. I am not sure that was me. I could not look at his head without my whole body shaking. I could not see the cut through the blood and the swelling was scaring me. I threw both boys in the car and drove to the doctor's office. Long story short he is okay. Not even a stitch but a pretty good cut with swelling and bruising. I don't know how to quite put into words the fear you have when your child is hurt. Complete helplessness, a fear that permeates to the bones of your body and the depths of your mind. I am still shaking, I am still trying to get over that scene even though he was back to wrestling Cole within a few hours. Then I spoke to my sister to tell her about the ordeal and she tells me about their friend's daughter who is 7 years old and only has a few weeks left to live as she has cancer. I try and imagine the fear I felt today and magnify that intensity times a thousand and to live every moment feeling that way. Knowing your child is sick, really sick. I pray for this family and as I kiss my sweet Nolan's bruised and blood stained head, I am grateful everyday for his health.

On a much lighter note, we visited with friends yesterday at their family's river house. It was a quintessential summer day with watermelon, swimming and boat rides. We are blessed to have such gracious buddies.

Here are some photos from yesterday.

Love & Light,


1 comment :

  1. Stacy, I remember having a similar incident with Greg when he was 3 years old. I panicked at first too but called the ambulance which took him to the doctor's office to have his stitches. When it was all over and Chris arrived to bring us home, that is when I burst into tears. It's all so trying, isn't it?