Stitches for Atlas
The only thing the text said on Saturday morning was, “We had an accident and Atlas is hurt. I need to get him to the hospital.” I read it twice before responding with, “Are you joking?” Surely it was a joke. But unfortunately, Dave was serious.
Early that morning before Dave & Atlas headed off to their 5k race, I thought, “I should probably grab Andi’s carseat out of the car before they head out, just in case I need it for some strange reason.” I quickly dismissed that thought though because Andi had pink eye in both eyes and a stomach virus (hence, we weren’t running with the boys). I was basically under house arrest, so I decided there was no reason to get her carseat.
As I tried to gather details about what had happened to my baby boy, I was also trying to process how to get Andi Rose to the hospital without her carseat. After talking with Dave briefly on the phone, we decided it was best for him to just come home and get me because there was no way Atlas was calming down without me (and even with me in the picture, it was still a coin toss).
We headed to the hospital as a family of 4 and Dave filled me in on what had happened. They had been less than a half mile from the finish line when the stroller’s wheel hit a curb that Dave didn’t see and they wrecked. They were both pretty banged up and it was clear they were both going to have some horrible bruises and road rash, but Atlas had taken the worst of it, with a deep laceration on his chin. (Don’t worry, there will be no pictures of that on this blog. I don’t photograph stuff like that.)
We spent the morning at the ER, juggling Andi’s upset tummy (& consequently, her diaper rash) and soothing Atlas while he got checked over before it was time for him to get his stitches. Then Dave took Andi Rose out of the room since she was screaming and losing her mind because I wasn’t holding her. I tended to Atlas, who quickly lost his mind when he realized the doctor and nurses would be touching his ‘boo boo.’ They ended up strapping him to the table in this device that essentially wrapped him up like a burrito.
I think the whole thing took less than 15 minutes, but it felt like 3 hours and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. Andi Rose was in the hallway crying for me and Atlas was crying the biggest crocodile tears, looking me in my eyes, pleading with me to hold him, as he laid in a straight jacket on the table. I had to help hold his head while the professionals stitched up his face & all I could do was whisper how brave he was and sing songs in his ear as his tears mixed with mine. Hearing both my kids crying for me and feeling so incredibly helpless was excruciating. I felt physically ill when it was all over and I was drenched in sweat.
Seeing Dave sitting in the ER crying, holding Atlas’ hand and apologizing profusely because he felt so guilty (about an accident that could have happened to anybody) was heartbreaking. But it also made me love my husband even more. His humility was beautiful. He held Atlas’ hand, rubbed his back, kissed his cheek and cried over him. My husband is one of the most confident men I know, and I love that about him, but his humility is such an attractive trait too.
So, when we last left off on Friday’s post, I was telling you all about how excited I was for our first 5K as a family of 4. But nobody in the Andrews’ crew ended up crossing that finish line on Saturday. We didn’t get to go out to the fun dinner we had planned Friday night. We didn’t get to work in the yard Saturday or play in the pool on Sunday. Instead we made our favorite chicken noodle soup, ate way too many cupcakes (Atlas’ request – I was just trying to make the kid happy), made ice-cream sundaes, grilled out in our backyard and spent hours on the couch cuddling and watching Disney movies. (I also changed a ridiculous amount of crib sheets, but I’ll spare you those dirty details.)
Last week I got this hymn stuck in my head…
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of his glory and grace.”
It was such a random song to be singing early in the week, but by the end of the week when I was juggling a sick child and a hurt child, I realized the Lord had put that song in my heart for a reason. He knew I needed it. I sang it through frustrated tears over the weekend. It feels like our house (mostly Andi Rose) keeps getting hit with all these illnesses (mostly stomach bugs), and while nothing is life threatening and worth complaining over in the big scheme of things, it is easy for me to feel isolated when I’m under house arrest constantly due to sick kids. I told Dave, it isn’t really the endless loads of laundry and the being up all night that gets to me…it is that feeling of “I can’t go anywhere. We are stuck at home because we can’t spread our germs.” It gets kind of lonely and then I get horrible anxiety about taking the kids anywhere (church nursery, Bible study, child watch at our local gym) when they are healthy again because I don’t want them to get another virus. It can all be a bit maddening for me. BUT, when I think about Jesus then everything else – all the little frustrations that can add up to feel like the weight of the world – get filtered through a lense that keeps it all in perspective. That felt like rambling? Did it feel like I was rambling to you? I’m sorry.
Oh, & Atlas woke up Sunday morning with pink eye. But we all knew that was going to happen, right? Here’s the real kicker though… Atlas & I shared a pillow Saturday night since he was hurt and wanted to sleep in bed with Dave & me. I woke up and was like, “Oh, buddy! You have pink eye now! Oh no!” And then I was like, “Dangit. That most likely means I’ve got pink eye too.” Butterfly kisses for everyone! Luckily, we’ve already got the antibiotic eye drops on hand.
I’ve never had pink eye and I really hope I can still say that at the end of this week. *Fingers crossed*
Atlas is such a trooper. By Sunday he was laughing & playing like his old self & his resiliency continues to inspire me. Andi Rose is the toughest member in our family – she smiles through so much. I’m so proud of how my kids handle hard things, even at their young ages. I’m so lucky I get to be their mom. ❤️
Also, these pictures are a week old, that’s why Atlas doesn’t have any battle wounds in them. My dress is here (LOVE the dress so much and I did go a size down after reading the reviews and I’m glad I did) and my shoes are by a company called M. Gemi. Lipstick is YSL #26.