Friday, February 6, 2009

Matter of Time

When I arrived home from work last night I found Jesse sitting on the couch in a blood stained shirt holding a wet cloth over a whimpering child's lip. I learned that Marshall had fallen off the stool in the kitchen and hit his face on the side of the bar resulting in a pretty deep cut. We debated over whether or not he needed stitches and decided that we should at least take him in to get checked out. Jesse was worried about it scarring. I told him not to worry, scars are cool for boys.

It turns out we weren't overreacting and he did need stitches. The nurse told us if they weren't able to hold him still for the stitches we would have to take him to Primary Children's so he could be sedated. The idea of sedating my little boy didn't sound good to me at all. We decided it would be a good idea to pray to the Only One who could actually keep our son calm.

They started by putting some numbing ointment on his lip which he surprisingly never tried to remove. It made his lip turn white which was a good thing because it meant that it had worked and his lip was numb. The nurse had to wash it out with water and that was the part Marshall hated. Go figure! It wasn't the needle he hated, it was the water. When the doctor came in to do the stitches Marshall tattled on the nurse and told the doctor, "She put water on it!" while glaring at the sweet nurse.

They laid him down and he hardly put up any fuss. The numbing solution (and the prayer) had worked. I was singing songs to him to keep him calm when suddenly on the fourth and final stitch I started to feel sick and a little light headed. I asked Jesse to take over for me while I sat down. I thought, "Oh no! I'm like one of those men that passes out when their wife is in labor!" I think watching a needle get shoved through my baby boy's lip one too many times had finally gotten to me.

Four stitches and a popsicle later everyone was fine. I knew it was just a matter of time before we had to take him in for something like this and praise Jesus that it turned out as well as it did. His shirt on the other hand, I think is a goner.

8 comments:

sweet nectar sara said...

poor kiddo!
i am amazed we've gone this long with no stitches or broken bones at our house. but like you said - a matter of time!
hope he feels okay :)

Jesse, Christa and Marshall said...

You just jinxed yourself. I said that same thing on my friend Natalie's blog and look where it landed me. Of I guess I should say, landed my son.

The Honeycutt Family said...

Its heartbreaking isn't it?!?! Kannon's scar is hardly noticeable and its right smack dab in the center of his forehead! I'm glad the little guy is okay though and hey I'm planning on it happening again with mine. He's wild!

Stacey said...

Oh Christa, How terrible!
But boys will be boys right, I am so glad it turned out ok. Little marshall will have a cool scar to show off and you learned not to watch the needle....lol I love you all, praying for a speedy recovery.

word verification: imathin
if only it were true ;)

Stefanie said...

How sad! What a trooper though, I'm sure there are many more to come! You are a wonderful mother!

BreeAnn said...

ugh so sad! I hate when kids get hurt! I am sorry you had to go through that!

Roden Family said...

Poor kid. It is so dang sad to see our kids get hurt. Jordan the other day fell and put his tooth up into his lip. Luckily he didn't need stiches. He has had a little fat lip for the past few days. I had a hard time with that, I can only imagine how hard it would've been for you guys with Marshall.

Jill said...

everybody posting is talking about their son and his stitches, etc. Am I sure that's what we're aiming for? HOLY COW!

I looked at his face at gma and gpa's and I don't see a scar?!?...

anywho I'll see you on friday night!