Last Sunday was one I was thankful for to have 1pm church. Brock and I didn't sleep too well...stomachs still uneasy. Poor kid has lost a lot of weight and didn't eat for over 48 hrs. I was determined to be early to church to get a comfy seat because I felt so crumy. 5 minutes early doesn't cut it in our ward. The closest we got was 3/4 of the way back in the gym. But at least we got a seat. If you are late you stand.
The boys were behaving abnormally good during Sacrament mtg. Probably because Brock was a zombie in Heath's arms. During one of the talks I sent Jack to throw away some wrappers from his snack. Of course he ran. When doesn't he run? Apparently he tripped and propelled his head right into the edge of the metal door frame. I saw him running back to us crying and thought he got a good bump. About the same time as that thought entered my mind I heard Heath let out a profanity...****! I instantly knew it was worse because he never swears. I then saw the blood running down my Jackie boy's face. Heath swooped him up, headed out, with Brock and I close behind.
Heath's white shirt was saturated and he told me we needed to head to the ER. I went back, grabbed our stuff, and wiped up the trail of blood along the gym floor. One of the nurses in our ward was quick to come the rescue with her first aid kit. She helped stop the bleeding and bandaged him up. The physician's assistant that lives around the corner from us also came out. After taking a look he said we definitely needed stitches. We had several others out offering assistance. While loading up in the car, a member of the Bishopric came out next! We are so grateful for the people we live near.
On the way to the instacare in Tooele, Jack was really making me nervous. I sat next to him trying to keep him conscious. He was not very responsive and very glazed over. It was the only time I cried through the whole thing. I've never seen him like that and it scared me. I asked him if we should say a prayer and he nodded yes. After the prayer, my nerves were calmed but he got really sleepy. Once we arrived he snapped back to normal Jack. He was playing with the toys, asking questions, and happily met nurse Annie who would be taking care of him. He was glad her name was Annie. She must be nice because he has a grandma Annie.
Jack
was amazingly tough the rest of the time. He seemed to like the special
treatment a bit. After a good hour or so of waiting, it was finally
time for stitches. They rolled him up in a sheet like a burrito. One
nurse held onto his legs. I held onto his arms and kept him distracted.
And a second nurse held his head still. They placed a bunch of towels
over his entire face. The Dr warned us that is when most kids freak out,
but not our Jack. He thought it was nice because the light shining on
him was so bright. Before the Dr started Jack, said in a nervous voice,
"Wait. Do you have a knife??" After being reassured she didn't he
chatted away. We played our favorite 'Guess what song' game, Jack told
them about how he was going to start soccer soon, and that his gma and
gpa haven't seen dinosaurs in Africa...oh he was so funny! The last
stitch must have hit a nerve because he tensed up and said "that's
really hurting. I want it to stop!" and began screaming. Completely
broke my heart.
He
and Brock got popsicles for the drive home. And the craziness of it and
lack of food gave me a bit of blacking out on the way home and thought
we would be headed back! On our front porch was some cards, candy and a
teddy bear from Kelsey and her sisters. Jack also got phone calls from
Kelsey and cousin Hank. And he later called Emily because Bec told us
she was worried about her best boy. I'm thankful this kid is loved.
I
watched him tell his cousin Hank the story. I was overwhelmed with how
old he seemed (how can stitches make you look 14??) and how much I love
him. I knew pretty soon it was anything too serious, but it still was
enough to make me squeeze all my boys a little tighter, tell them I love
them over and over, and thank Heavenly Father for blessing me with them
and keeping them safe.
The
rest of the week was a bit of blur besides a facetime chat with my
favorite missionaries and Friday I made up a special workout for my
birthday. 27 minute walk on incline 7, 27 reps for 7 different arm
weight lifts, and checked off week 17 of pregnancy.
I
got treated to a delicious lunch from Salty 1 and 2. It was so nice to
have them visit. Thanks Salts! Birthday partying also included track
practice, taking Jack to get stitches out, dinner at Cafe Rio, Brock
throwing up at Cafe Rio, and Heath feeding cows until late. Having Emily
stay for a sleepover was probably my favorite part of my birthday.
These two were in silly heaven the whole time!
On our way to track practice.
Playing "tickets" while I coached.
Whispering silly names for the new baby.
Getting stitches out!!
Sleepover time!! Emily kept telling me she loved Jack's jammies.
Two silly kiddos.
These
goofs woke up at 6am. Jack came into my room and said, "Mom we have
been awake forever and have just been talking." I continued to sleep
while they jumped off Jack's bed, played animals and a matching game.
Emily tried to do Jack's hair to get him ready to go to his cousin's baptism.
As
we were leaving to Idaho for cousin Bayden's baptism, I had the feeling
I needed to stop and get my migraine prescription refilled at the
pharmacy that I had forgotten to get all week. The drive-up window was
opening as we pulled into the parking lot. I told Heath that was a sign I
was going to get a migraine and Heavenly Father loved me enough to make
sure I had my drugs. I said it jokingly but really had the impression I
would be getting a migraine. No doubt it was a tender mercy from the
Lord because 15 minutes later while passing the airport a migraine hit
me. I'm so glad the spirit gave me that inspiration. I would rather have
the flu, strep, pink eye and cold sores combined rather than a migraine
without medicine! He really does care about the details of our lives.
