“The submission of one’s will is really the only uniquely personal thing we have to place on God’s altar. The many other things we ‘give’ … are actually the things He has already given or loaned to us.”
~Elder Neal A. Maxwell~

Friday, March 9, 2012

Big Ole' Owie!!






Man...it's tough being a kid without enough room to run around and play in!  But, this is one tough little dude.

Shordy was playing with his dad in the living room, running at him and trying to tackle him by the legs.  One of those times as he was running at him, Shayne took a side-step to avoid getting hit, and Shordy kept going and ran head-first into one of the beams that are in our house.

He seriously hit it so hard that he dented the beam and broke off the white texture stuff.  It was a nasty sound and Shayne & I both knew immediately that he had busted his head open.  Poor Shayne felt horrible...seriously he felt so bad, b/c he knew if hadn't have moved, Shordy wouldn't have hit the beam.  But...he's a little boy and accidents like this are bound to happen.

It did bleed a bit, but not too bad b/c Shayne immediately got pressure on it to get the bleeding stopped.  Then he cleaned it up and put some steri-strips on it.  Man...there are some definite perks to having an ER Nurse for a husband, that's for sure.  Shordy only cried for about 2 minutes tops.  He didn't cry while Shayne was cleaning it out or while he put the steri-strips on.  So, because he was such a good boy, he got a cars band-aid to put on top of the steri-strips...and a treat of course (after getting some ibuprofen to help with the massive headache I knew he was going to have).

The one good thing about busting his head wide open like that is that he doesn't have a bump...at all.  And...it's not bruised, b/c it all bled out.  So, it's just nastly looking b/c of the steri-strips.

After getting it all stuck back together, he just wanted to lay on dad's shoulder.  That's one of his favorite places to hang out anyway, but after nasty accident like that it was definitely the only place he wanted to be for awhile.

When he got up the next morning and I was getting him dressed he actually had a small bruise on his cheek, near his jaw, and one on his chest...all in a straight line with the split on his forehead.  That's how hard he hit that beam.

Poor kid...but he's one tough little Shordy.

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