How horrid to pick him up off the ground and see so much blood. Blood on his shirt and blood all over his teeth. I wasn't sure if he even had front teeth when I first picked him, because of all the blood. He was shaking and so was I. He was 1/2 way down the hill when he crashed, So I carried him back up to a friends house and she came running outside when she heard him screaming/crying. She told us to come in, and was happy to get us rags and all that we needed to get him fixed up. We were trying to figure out if he needed stitches or not for his lip. He also tore his little flap just inside his upper lip. The poor little man. My friend Kristin suggested to wait and see how the skin heals together in one hour, and then make the decision to take him to the ER or not. Boy, was I thankful for a sound judgement call at that point. I was still shaking and emotional about seeing him in so much pain.
This little guy is amazing. The first thing he said to me when he woke up the next morning (Tuesday) is..."Mom, God healed me! I'm better!" Wow, what an example of an optimistic attitude he is. I know he still hurt. However he chose to smile, despite how hard it was with the bad swelling he had. He chose to be happy, despite his circumstance. I can learn so much from this little guy. He chooses joy everyday.
Today we were at the pool over on the Amish Highway, and I really do think the pool chemicals, sun, and play were healing for him. Thanks Cindy! I took these pictures when we got home. He looks so much better!
What's the worst accident you ever had to clean someone up from?
Quote of the day:
From William yesterday: "Does God heal teeth too?"
