Landen's first stitches

I wrote this letter to Landen last night. (Some of you may have read it already, if so please disregard.) I wanted to post it on my blog as well as his.

Dear Landen,

Today you broke the clean streak of not going to the hospital! While it was a minor injury, it is your first and therefore shall be documented!

As usual, on Sunday mornings we went to church. We went to our nursery meeting at 8:15, I was a little late so it was more like 8:20 today. And just like every other Sunday, you play with your friends until its time to go to your class.

But just 10 minutes later, I hear you scream my name and cry. When I see you, there is blood running down your face and a hole in your head, saying you hit your head on a chair. You were in panic mode so I knew I had to stay calm.

Once I got to your level and talked to you, you calmed down. Mrs. Haley gave us a rag, we were able to see how bad it was. Sure enough, you had punctured your forehead. Everyone was very helpful and we all agreed that it would need stitches.

When I told you that we had to leave church, you were very upset (which I knew you would be.) You love church and look forward to it each week.

We drove home and got dad and then headed straight to Taylor Medical Clinic.

Luckily they treat trams differently than illnesses such as the flu. (I was afraid that us sitting in the waiting room, we would catch something.) They got us to a room fairly quickly.

The nurses were very sweet to you and tried to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Before it was time for the doctor, the nurse cleaned the wound. You handled that well but wanted to leave then.

The worst part was yet to come sweet boy.

The doctor had to numb your head in order to stitch it up. Which meant giving you a shot right in the area that was already in pain (with a big needle too!). It was horrific for me to watch. You were screaming and kicking to get up and for mommy to save you.

It broke my heart. I wanted to comfort you so deeply but knew that you needed the stitches and I couldn't hug you just yet.

The doctor got the first stitch in and you were doing.... ok. The second stitch was not going to happen in your book. You fought and fought. Screamed and screamed.

I had to step way from your head because my heart was hurting an I didn't want you to see momma cry. Everything was fine and I needed to be strong for you because you didn't know that it was going to be ok and my tears may make you think otherwise. You were in so much pain and I've never had to experience these feelings or circumstances before.

The doctored decided to only use one stitch and put medical glue on top if it. When the nurse left to get the glue, you jumped into my arms and wouldn't let go. I had to lay you back down for the glue, which you were ok with but at this point you were hyperventilating.

Once they said you were done, you went with daddy out side, never to enter again. You asked him where I was and he said I was paying and asked if you wanted to go see. You said "no, we will wait outside." On the way home daddy rode in the back seat with you. Seeing you two like that melts my heart. Landen, daddy loves you so much and would do anything for you. (Even squeeze into my backseat!) He promised you ice cream when you were done, and we had to make 3 stops before we got it, but we got it for you!

Being a mother, that may be my first time to feel those emotions but it won't be the last.

You were scared and sad at nap time and asked if I would sleep with you. You said you didn't want me to leave you. Of course I said I would and it was wonderful! Me being with you calmed you and you finally rested. That makes this momma very happy. It was the best nap ever!

Landen Kyne, all the things I do, I do them for you. I love you more than anything this world can offer me.

May God give you comfort and calm your spirit. May he allow you to slow down long enough to heal. May he give you courage not to be afraid of anything that happened today. May God give me and your dad the patience needed and wisdom to point you in the right direction.

From left to right: Waiting at Taylor Medical; After the nurse cleaned it; and at home with your 1 stitch and glue

Us napping together. A precious moment for me.

Our "bad bandage boy!"

Dad send kisses because he had to leave to go to San Antonio for work a hour after we got home. He was very sad.

I pray that this doesn't make you afraid of anything that went on today or of living your beautiful life. Be bold and brave son, with a side of cautiousness!

Love you to the moon and back,

-Momma