Was it a fall…or a jump? Either way the children’s story goes, I’ve been told that most little boys have at least one Superman episode…to make a long story short, my son’s just occurred.
They say the best time to prepare for an emergency is before it’s necessary. How do I know? Because I got a call at work this past Thursday around 11:30 a.m. that my son had jumped from the top of the sliding board (or fallen from the monkey bars, depending on the iteration of the story) during a field trip to the park – and his arm was twisted, mangled, and – I was told – dislocated. This was no time to practice the peace the comes only from resting in the presence of God – it was “go time.”
Instead of relying on my less-than-stellar sense of direction, I printed a quick set of MapQuest directions to the hospital, and off I zoomed. When my co-worker generously offered to drive me to my car (which I would’ve had to reach after a 2 block walk to the train, then a 10 minute ride), her quick thinking and thoughtfulness helped me arrive at the hospital 10 minutes before my child and his caregiver. And it was a blessing that a parent chaperone for the field trip just happened to be a nurse…whose daughter had broken her little arm a few months prior. It was no coincidence that this woman knew exactly what to do to calm my hysterical child. God is so faithful!
Well, after 7 x-rays, a couple of shots of morphine, tears too numerous to tally, (and a partridge in a pear tree, it felt like), Emergency Room staff confirmed that both of his forearm bones (ulna and radius) were indeed broken. And to think that my biggest decision that morning was what time I’d go get a mani/pedi…and wax the fuzzy caterpillars still (unfortunately) adorning my forehead. As a parent, it’s a matter of priorities; I resigned myself not to think about the unruly, bushy eyebrows anymore. However, I digress…
The entire ER staff at Levine Children’s Hospital was absolutely EXCEPTIONAL during the 6+ hours we were there. My child had some pretty strong “dreams” as a result of the anesthesia (conscious sedation, I believe they called it) and it took him a couple of hours to shake off the grogginess enough to come home. However, after eating a popsicle and evidencing that the drugs had worn off significantly, he was discharged until a 1-week follow-up appointment. I had no complaints because I’m very aware that some mothers don’t leave the ER with their children in one piece. As we headed for x-rays, we passed a young girl with her neck in an immobilizing brace; I know our story could have ended in such a different way. Yet, by Sunday, my son was back to his jovial self – and sporting his blue cast, complete with signatures.
So goes another chapter in the “growing up” saga…for both child and parent. Since my “fix the pain” threshold usually ends at “Band-Aid duty,” God definitely carried me through the day with His grace. Considering that I was whining about pulling teeth for the past couple of years, I’m a witness that promotion truly comes from the Lord! Before this set of circumstances, my honorary MD stood for “Mommy Dentist,” but I dare say that I’ve been elevated to “Mommy Doctor.” I am grateful.
Thank the Lord that He is able to put us back together again! May we daily walk in obedience to reap the rewards of righteousness and enjoy the protective benefits of yielding to God’s authority.
“Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.”
“Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil.
It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.”
© Copyright 2011 by Kayren J. Cathcart