What should have been a normal Sunday ended up becoming a day I’d like to erase from memory.
It started out fairly normal. We got to church (early, I might add, since it’s just me and the kids), and went to Sunday School. Nothing unusual there. Even church was pretty normal – I taught the childrens class, and everything went just fine.
After church, we usually spend the afternoon at my Mother-in-Law’s house. Her house is closer to church, so we don’t have to waste the gas driving home just to have to turn around and go back to church in the evening.
We stopped at the grocery store real fast to pick up some last-minute items for lunch. When we got to my Mother in Law’s apartment, the kids changed into their play clothes. The boys went out on the deck, and Parker and Lucy played in the living room while Ash, my MIL, and I fixed lunch.
We were just about to get everything on the table, when I heard Jace scream. He ran inside, and blood was pouring from his mouth. I’d never seen so much blood in my life. I franticly got a cold, wet rag and asked Zander what happened. Apparently, Jace decided to start jumping around on the deck, and when he went up, his chin came down on the metal railing. I opened his mouth, and there was a gaping hole in his tounge.
Luckily, the bite didn’t go all the way through his tongue. But, the hole was about 1/2 inch wide and very, very deep. I tried everything to get it to stop bleeding, but couldn’t. My MIL lives just a few minutes from the hospital, so I loaded him up and we took off.
When we got to the hospital, he was still bleeding badly. As we sat in the waiting room, tears poured out, and he kept saying, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.” At that point, I was in tears, doing everything in my power to assure him that he wasn’t going to die from this. They got us back to triage fairly quickly, and after taking his vitals, they took a giant q-tip dipped in something and started blotting his tongue. After a few minutes, the bleeding slowed down, and we went back to the waiting room. I updated my facebook status, and within minutes I had a bunch of comments. I assured Jace that he had plenty of people praying for him and that everything was going to be ok. (THANK YOU to those who left comments on my Facebook status. You helped calm Jace down so much!) I also used that time to convince Jace that while running and jumping are fun, we have to be careful about where we are when we do it. He then proceeded to tell me that he’s never playing outside again.
They called us back to a room, and we waited forever for the doctor to come in. She finally did, and took a look. She was concerned because the cut was so deep and it created a flap that could catch food particles and bacteria. She said they couldn’t glue it shut, because the inside of the mouth/tongue are too wet. And stitches can actually seal up the infection inside, and they don’t really help the tongue heal any faster. So, she put Jace on a liquid diet – for at least the next week – and sent us home with some numbing medicine. She didn’t send home an antibiotic, though, and that’s what I’m most concerned about. So, I’ll be making a call to his primary doctor this morning.
We got back to my Mother-in-Law’s apartment, and Zander was so relieved to see Jace safe and sound. Ash said he had been so stressed out since we left. But, Jace was fine, and kept sticking out his tongue to gross everyone out.
Shortly after we got home, Jace asked me why I didn’t call and ask Preacher to pray for him. I called Preacher then and there and told him that Jace wanted to me to call. Preacher had the entire church pray for Jace that night, and I know it meant the world to him.
So, yeah. Interesting day it turned out to be. I’d really like to never repeat that again.
I was going to post a picture of the cut on his tongue, but was worried I’d have a bunch of people unsubscribe after getting such a gross picture in their email. 🙂