Last night was our family's eagerly anticipated trip to a local trampoline gym for family night.
A grand time was had by all! Right, Thumbelina?
(ahem.) Right, Thumbelina?
Coolister was having a great time trying to perfect his front and back flips.
It was all fun and games... until someone got hurt.
ElemenoB found me in the '4 Feet and Under, Please' trampoline yard and told me that Coolister was hurt. "How hurt?" I asked. "He has a bone sticking out of his leg," was her response.
I ran to where he was and saw that a small group had gathered around him. A lady was there, holding his foot. "I'm a nurse," she told me calmly. I caught a glimpse of his injury and knew right then that I needed to remain calm instead of allowing the freak-out that was building up inside of me to happen.
You know it's bad when things don't look as they should. When the parts of your body that you are only supposed to read about in anatomy books are right there, visible. I was amazed by how brave Coolister was. He was not crying, he was not screaming, but I could tell that he was scared.
The first thing he said to me was this:
"I am so sorry this happened, Mom."
I about lost it right there. Here was my boy, in obvious pain, trying to be brave and apologizing to me for getting hurt. "You're going to be okay," I told him. "This was an accident. You don't need to apologize. We're going to do all we can to make things better."
Allen phoned for an ambulance. We waited.
Coolister posed for pictures.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
Finally the paramedics arrived. They were wonderful.
They gave him some pain medication, stabilized his leg...
and then carried him out
to a waiting ambulance.
When we arrived at the hospital, they gave him 2 wristbands to go along with the one that served as a reminder of what had happened.
Through x-rays it was determined that he had an extreme open dislocation that would require immediate surgery.
The good news was that there were no broken bones. The bad news was that it was dislocated in more than one place. The good news was that he would heal well. The bad news was that he would not be able to choose between running track or playing tennis as his spring sport this year. The good news is that he should be healed and ready for cross country next season, although the bad news is that he will remember this injury every time he runs.
The good far outweighed the bad.
Coolister is doing well today. His pain is manageable and his spirits are good. In a couple of days he will come home and continue to grow stronger.
There were many heroes in this story.
The nurse who happened to be there when we needed her. (I wish I had gotten her name! I was so inwardly stressed-beyond-belief that it didn't even occur to me to ask.)
The paramedics who treated him with such care and concern, who talked with him to keep his mind off of things yet still made sure he understood all that was happening.
Our oldest girls, ElemenoB and Thumbelina, who kept the littler kids occupied through the whole ordeal despite the fact that they must have been scared themselves.
Allen, who let me ride in the ambulance and took the other kids home before meeting up with us at the hospital even though I know he was as worried as I was.
But most of all, Coolister. He was brave beyond belief, cool and composed. He cracked jokes to help make the situation more comfortable for everyone else despite his own fears and realizations of what this injury meant for him. He was constantly thanking everyone for the smallest things when he had every right to be crying in pain.
To everyone involved, I echo his thanks (although that seems insufficient).
To Coolister, you never cease to impress me. I've said it before and I'll say it again - I am so proud to be your mom.