Oh me, oh my. The Thursday before Josh's 2nd birthday he fell and hit the corner of a wall - with his head no less. It was gaping open and clearly needed medical attention. So off we went to the emergency room - for 6 1/2 hours! Josh wasn't in pain, but it was increasingly difficult to manage a toddler in a germ infested room. It wasn't even that busy, but apparently it was the night for lacerations and "we only have one sewing room." The longer we were there the more Josh said, "Home. Home. Done."
When it came time for the stitches they kicked Michael out of the room, covered Josh's eyes and held him down. He, of course, screamed bloody murder and then some. It is a horrific thing to have my child afraid and screaming "Mommy!! Daddy!!! Daddy!!!" It was all I could do not to break down and weep, and it was all Michael could do not to burst in the room and rescue Joshua. But as a parent sometimes we have to choose the adult thing, the right thing.
We got home at midnight that evening, completely exhausted. I mean wiped out. What a day.
On a good note: before we went to the doctor to have the stitches removed I prayed that Josh would be calm, that the right people would work with him and that angels would surround him during the experience. They had three nurses in the room, expecting to have to restrain him. Josh got up on the table, and lay perfectly still the whole time - not making a peep. He was happy as a lark and thrilled to get a sucker. How gracious is a God that hears the prayers of a mother for her little child. We are thankful for answered prayer!
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