Sunday, June 8, 2008

How We Spent Our Saturday Night...

Today was one of those days. It began with Isaiah sick, but insisting on going to the baseball tournament. Two good games, and then a tornado warning. The rest of the games got cancelled, but our evening picnic with friends was still on. About three minutes before we were leaving, I heard Micah scream. The story goes like this: Micah had just gotten a piece of cake, and while he was walking to the table to sit down, he tripped and fell and dropped his cake. He was very upset about this, and stormed back toward the garage to get a new piece, but it was dark, and he didn't see the little black border fence in his way. He tripped and fell on the fence. Then, the scream. Once I saw the laceration, I knew he needed to get to the hospital, so a friend drove Micah and I. It was late. We got home even later. Two internal stitches, and four external. Quite a night. He was very brave, and didn't cry once. Got home around 11pm. He fell asleep before I even had a chance to wash him up. Poor little guy.
 
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10 comments:

Natalie said...

Ouch. He was brave.
What an eventful day. I hope everything mends, settles and feels better on all fronts.

Anonymous said...

Wow, who knew?! Busy night for you, but I am glad that he is alright. Some nice battle scars to tell the story! dg

jean said...

Oh my gosh!!! Poor Micah! What a trooper....he just wanted some cake!!!! We were in the movie theater when the sirens went off!!

Lisa said...

Oh micah - looks painful
We love you and are praying for quick healing and no scars!
Auntie Lisa and the fam

Morgan said...

oh no!!!! I hope you get better soon Micah. That looks painful!!!

pam said...

awe. he's so sweet in that picture...how sad that he is hurt...ouch! hope he gets better quickly!

steffany said...

did he ever get his cake?

Cassie said...

ouch! he doesn't look too devastated!

amy smith said...

he ate his cake for breakfast!

Kerry said...

must be something about ball games! Last year at dd's softball game my ds was playing "soccer" with some other kids... For most soccer involves a black and white ball, apparently when you are a 10-13 year old boy soccer can be played with anything handy... say... a plastic Coke bottle! One kid kicks it up as J is lunging after it and J is on the ground screaming horrible. Sympathetic mother I am, I tell him to hush, then I look. Blood is spurting out EVERYWHERE. Three hours in the ER and one year later, he now has a lovely fish-hook shaped scar from just below his eyebrow, curving through it and then out the top. Missed his eye proper by a finger tip. He is very proud of that scar!