Well, it finally happened. Not only a trip to the Emergency Room but also a bloody accident just before church.
We successfully avoided the ER for almost 7 years! (Except for my marinara sauce mishap in February!) But yesterday, about an hour before church, Cale was running around with a fabric “basket” on his head. (Don’t ask. I’m beginning to think testosterone makes us guys dumb.) He overshot the bathroom and ended up tumbling down the stairs. The blood on the side of his head was impressive.
After applying immediate care, Cale looked up at me and said in a small voice, “Dad, would you pray for me?” That just made my heart melt.
Fortunately we live close to Inland Hospital. The ER was amazing and Caleb was incredibly brave. They gave him staples, yep staples. I guess stitches are out of vogue. Who knew?
Renting a movie after church, Cale was asked about the bandaid on his head. He told the employee and said, “It’ll heal in 10 days but I’ve gotten prayed for three times so it’ll probably really be 8 or 9 days.”
Don’t you just love it? *grin*
I figure we got a two-fer. We can check the seeminglyÂ obligatory personal-family-emergency-just-before-church thing and the bloody-boyhood-head-injury off the list.Â Those are done so we don’t have to repeat them.
Doesn’t that make sense?