My Brave Little Boy
On April 29, I took my son to his soccer game, but was quickly rushed back to the car to take him to the hospital. As I draped myself in a heavy blanket since it was cold, his coach walked my son over and repeatedly saying: "Joey has to go to the hospital." The coach went on: "He fell and a heavy kid landed on him. His arm doesn't look right!"
I just saw a big black cloud over my head as I stood up to collect my things. A friend helped me carried the folding chair, picked up the water bottles, and we all walked back to the parking lot.
My mind raced with different thoughts, but it was set on where is the closest facility around to take my son to. I didn't even have a chance to see my son's injury. I just knew that I must get to the doctor safely. The whole time, Joey was very brave. He didn't cry, just an occasional moan and groan.
Once we got to St. John, signed in and waited, I finally look at his right arm where he used the left hand to hold it up, that was when I actually saw the dent on his forearm. I was sitting on fire, but remain composed since I didn't want Joey to freak out either.
We were in the hospital for over four hours, and were sent home with the X-Ray of his broken bones to take to the Orthopedic the next day. They just put a splint on his arm, and gave me a prescription of Tylenol with codeine for his pain until the morning.
That night, I had him sleeping in the recliner to restrain his movement, and I slept on the couch next to my son. The nightmare hit me as I heard Joey's grunting in discomfort. I set the alarm to wake up every three hours to change the ice pack, and to give him his medicine.
Having three children all played soccer, Joey was the first that got hurt. I talk to him about learning to use his left hand for a while, and still thank God for keeping him from serious harm.
Joey is quite a strong, brave, and an incredible kid. Through this 9 year-old boy, I draw my strength to do what I have to.
I just saw a big black cloud over my head as I stood up to collect my things. A friend helped me carried the folding chair, picked up the water bottles, and we all walked back to the parking lot.
My mind raced with different thoughts, but it was set on where is the closest facility around to take my son to. I didn't even have a chance to see my son's injury. I just knew that I must get to the doctor safely. The whole time, Joey was very brave. He didn't cry, just an occasional moan and groan.
Once we got to St. John, signed in and waited, I finally look at his right arm where he used the left hand to hold it up, that was when I actually saw the dent on his forearm. I was sitting on fire, but remain composed since I didn't want Joey to freak out either.
We were in the hospital for over four hours, and were sent home with the X-Ray of his broken bones to take to the Orthopedic the next day. They just put a splint on his arm, and gave me a prescription of Tylenol with codeine for his pain until the morning.
That night, I had him sleeping in the recliner to restrain his movement, and I slept on the couch next to my son. The nightmare hit me as I heard Joey's grunting in discomfort. I set the alarm to wake up every three hours to change the ice pack, and to give him his medicine.
Having three children all played soccer, Joey was the first that got hurt. I talk to him about learning to use his left hand for a while, and still thank God for keeping him from serious harm.
Joey is quite a strong, brave, and an incredible kid. Through this 9 year-old boy, I draw my strength to do what I have to.
Icy, you handled it so well. You showed Joey a brave side, and that is what he took his strength from. He knows that his mother can handle anything, so why should he panic? He had you beside him.
ReplyDeleteOh Dear Icy! What a fright you must have had. As parents though, I think that in times like these is when we're at our calmest.
ReplyDeleteWe have learned to rage inside so well, that when we should panic we brave it.
I hope that Joey gets better soon and that he does not suffer too much pain.