Two weeks ago I had the scariest day as a mother to date! We were hours away from leaving for Michigan and I was way behind on packing/ cleaning ( I blame our kitchen gel staining project for keeping me from having this done the night before 😠). Eric, the saint husband, decided to take the girls for a walk to the park while I finished some of the to-do list. They’d run off some energy, I’d get us on the road faster win-win.
Minutes later I hear crying- the crying no mother wants to hear, the crying so intense you know instantly something is terribly wrong. Running to the kitchen I see Eric holding Moira’s head and blood is everywhere! MJ was running down the sidewalk and tripped and fell. Trying to stay calm, I take one look at the cut on her forehead and know we have to go in. I quickly throw a bandaid on her head and hand her a juice pop ( amazing what these little suckers do for a crying child). She was so calm, while I was freakin out inside.
Throughout the entire ER visit Moira was rock star!!! Answering all the questions and flashing her smile whenever she could. When I learned we had to do stitches my heart broke. I hated that MJ would have to go through this. Luckily we had our trip to Grandmas to talk about. This and TV got us through!
When the doctor began work on her-forehead, we didn’t need to restrain at all. Moira laid perfectly still holding my hand the entire time! She winced slightly during the shot portion (5 shots in the head mind you) – they had applied topical numbing gel, but jeez I thought it was never going to end!!! I tried my hardest to be calm – not looking at the work being done, just focusing on her sweet face. Halfway through I began feeling woozy, it was one of those out of body experiences. I kept telling my self to step it up, not to faint, but I was out of control. The doctor calmly looked at me and said “I’m going to call someone in, you are white as a ghost”. seriously tricia?! I remember thinking, you birthed three girls naturally and you can’t make it through a stitch session?. A wet washcloth and a few deep breaths later, I was good to go ( never had to let go of MJs hand).
When the doctor finished the last stitch and congratulated Moira on being the best child he’d ever stitched, she sat up smiled, pointed to her arm and said I didn’t get a shot!! oh honey, you are so right- not a single one😁.
Moira continued to be an angel. She never complained while in Michigan that she couldn’t swim in the lake and dunk her head in the water, she never cried when I changed her band aide and it pinched her skin, and she never talked about her visit to the ER in a I’ve been scarred for life way. These are such blessings! Reminders that even in those scary parenting moments, God is always there!
The steadfast love of The Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23
And I am simply amazed at how fast she is healing! Here is a picture, less than two weeks from the incident and you can barely see it!
Now, let’s never go through any of that again MJ!!!