Instead of last-minute cleaning, a grocery store run, food preparation, and Easter basket decorating like we thought we WOULD be doing on Saturday night, we found ourselves rushing to the ER with an actively bleeding child.
It happened like this:
I was in the other room repurposing the old butcher block into a beside table for Kyle. Kyle was fixing our plates of chili and baked potatoes for dinner. Meggie, like she always does when she's hungry, had climbed up onto her high chair and buckled herself in, making known that she's ready to eat. Except this time, she lunged forward for something on the table and the whole contraption - Meggie, booster seat, chair - toppled over, sending Meggie's forehead directly into the corner of the kitchen table.
Kyle reached her before I did, pulled her up, and we both noticed the gushing blood. Frantically, we scooped her up, grabbed bah-bah and paci, applied pressure to stop the bleeding. In the middle of all three of us screaming, I heard Kyle, as he inspected her wound, murmur: "Yep, uh huh, ok, we're gonna have to go to the hospital."
Seconds later we were all in the car headed downtown, me in the back holding a blood-drenched towel to Meggie's head. Kyle threw directions out from the front seat: "Watch her for signs of vomiting. Make sure her pupils change with the sunlight. Keep pressure on her forehead. Is she swelling?"
Meggie watched us both with pained eyes and requested her favorite song over and over: a good sign, neurologically speaking.
We were immediately seen when we got to the ER by a kind resident who also discovered, on Meggie's physical exam, an all-encompassing red rash (WHICH HAD NOT BEEN THERE PRIOR TO OUR HOSPITAL VISIT!) and diagnosed Meggie with the roseola virus in addition to her puncture wound. Kyle and I looked at each other over Meggie's head and thought: we are a pair of messes, here. Fortunately, we had already told the doctor about Meggie's virus and fever from this week...apparently with the roseola virus, the trademark rash doesn't present until after the fever breaks which is why we hadn't seen it before.
The resident consulted with the attending who declared Meggie's gash to be of the kind that could handle derma bond - like super glue for skin - with a special adhesive bandage over traditional stitches. Hallelujah! They "papoosed" her with several soft blankets, washed out the wound with salt water, and applied the skin glue. Meggie, our scientist, focused intently on all the doctors' gadgets and never cried - as if she were an outsider observing the whole procedure. She even tried to "brush her teeth" with the doctor's scope. What a girl.
We kept speaking of her bravery, her strength.
After about four hours, they discharged us. We drove straight to Wal-Mart for more medicine, bought a chicken nugget happy meal for Meggie, and went home to bed.
When Meggie was safely tucked in and slumbering, the emotions of the night for us released. I have had difficulty since then stopping my tears, thinking: "what if...what if she had hit any lower and gotten her eye, what if she had hit on the side of her head and fractured her skull, what if Kyle wasn't home - what would I have done?, what if her wound was so deep that they had to do real stitches, what if she has a terrible scar, ...what if..."
And then I remembered, on this night before Easter, that the same God who holds the nations like a drop of water in his hand, holds my Meggie girl. He's her creator, redeemer, protector, friend. He loves her even more than I do - with a kind of love greater than Kyle or I can ever comprehend...and he rose again so that one day, when she accepts him as her personal savior, she can live with him in eternity. Live and dwell with him in a new creation - a wondrous place where she won't know pain or weeping, but only singing and joy. Where this mother's heart will be absent of worry, free from the grief of what if and why didn't I protect her better, and where she can dance safely at the mouth of the adder's den.
Though we all got less than four hours of uninterrupted sleep that night, my dishes weren't done, the house wasn't "Easter" perfect, Easter dinner was served late, and we didn't take any Easter pictures, we were reminded of the more important Easter perspective. That God provides for us and is faithful to his people. He provided for our Meggie girl through Kyle's presence at home and his knowledge of first aid, through the quick care at the hospital, through an injury that only needed skin glue stitches and not the traditional kind, comforts like "bah-bah," "paci," a box of goldfish crackers for dinner, and her very first popsicle, the best kind of friends who welcomed us over for Easter dinner and some sense of "normalcy" after a traumatic night, even in Meggie's own personality - our fearless one. All this provision around the same time as we remember his ultimate provision, a way of salvation for us on the cross.
Christ is Risen. He is Risen Indeed.
below are the only real Easter pictures we have...cause this is pretty much what we did all day:
poor baby. you can't really see in these pictures, but her stitches are right above her left eye.