On my way home from the grocery store tonight I saw that I had an email on my phone. I opened it and saw a message from my dear friend, Jenna, that said she was on her way to the emergency room because her daughter (almost 4) had hit her son (almost 2) in the face with a golf club. I immediately emailed her back and then decided I was calling to check on them. Honestly, I did not expect her to answer because I would definitely be a big, fat mess and would be overwhelmed by telling "the story" again. The phone rang a couple of times and then my calm, cool and collected friend answered the phone. I asked the normal question first, "Are YOU okay?" I then followed with the other normal questions: What happened? Where on his face did she hit him? How is Saige (daughter)? Is Dustin (husband) with you? Stitches? Her answer to the last question was the most interesting (as a side note: they were all at the country club hitting range balls when Saige accidentally hit Davin [son] ). Jenna said that they would probably not have to do stitches, they would just super glue it. She followed with, "that's what we did with Saige last weekend." So...my obvious response, "What happened to Saige last weekend?!!" She fell while in the tub and busted her chin open. Jenna said they called Dustin's sister, who is a nurse, and asked her what to do. She said they would super glue it in the ER and she would tell them how to do it themselves, so... that's what they did. She said her chin looks great! NOW... While I would like to think think that I would be cool under the immediate pressure, I'm certain I would be a mess and definitely not be as together as she was tonight. She continued to tell me that they were waiting on a room, had been through triage, her mom & step-dad were there, Saige understood that it was an accident etc. All of this like we were having any ol' normal conversation.
Becoming a mom has been a roller coaster for me. It has been amazing and frightening, joyous and depressing, exhilarating, exhausting, and overwhelming all at the same time. (At some point I hope to be able to put all of my feelings into words and a reflective post, but for now that will have to do.) It's almost like it's not really happening to me. All of this to say that having the privilege of watching my best friends become mothers and celebrating their joy has seemed more real to me than my own experience. I have watched as some of my favorite people in the entire world have become some of the best mothers in the entire world. My best friends are all very different and have unique qualities that I admire and respect. I am always amazed (I shouldn't be!) by them. I have always been one to try to learn from the experiences of others. I am finding out after paying close attention to Blake and all of his curiosity that I, too, am an observer. I have watched and taken mental notes about "what to do when..." for years. This is definitely one that I will 'bank': Big gash in face = super glue! And, be cool...like Jenna :)
Love you, friend. You might be a mess tomorrow (I most certainly would be!), but I'm so proud of you and the sweet mommy you are to those beautiful babies.
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This post was too complimentary of me! Thanks Julie. I do freak out inside, but I can't let my kids see me lose control because it will only make it worse for them. When we got to the ER there was a little boy that had been bitten on the skull and face by a dog at his grandmother's house and he was a lot worse off than Davin. I pray a lot and take deep breaths a lot. D did end up being sedated and receiving five stitches b/c the wound was deeper than they expected once they got it washed out. It was a long night in the ER, but I am home now w/ a sweet little boy and God is the one who deserves all the praise and all the glory b/c He is the one that gives me comfort and calms me during times of chaos and the only one who can protect our babies and heal them. The doctor said just a 1/4 inch closer to Davin's eye and he would have been at risk for vision and nerve damage.
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