Samuel

this is what he is doing with his days, playing inside

his battle wound!!!

I haven't blogged in a while. It has been quite an uneventful summer. So I didn't want to bore you with our daily laziness. This weekend was very eventful so I thought I'd share. Dave and I headed down to Summer Beach Project for return training with the students. Abby, Erin and Samuel were not interested in going, so we left them with Mama and Daddy in Talladega. Samuel was with Lori at Tracy's for the day. We got a call around 6:00pm from Tracy, just as we were pulling into Ft. Walton. She needed our insurance information, Samuel had "cut" his leg and they were on their way to the emergency room. I didn't freak out at first.....but I did freak out. All I could think about is how far away I was. 5 hours. What was the fastest way I could get home? I knew he was in good hands, but he was not in my hands. His Mommy!! Dave and I went to the Sand Man.....the Beach project housing.....dropped off the things we had for the students, and headed back home. By this time we had a better understanding of what had happened. He had run into a utility trailer on his bike and gashed open his leg on his right upper thigh. Tracy, my sister, who is normally very calm, FREAKED OUT when she saw it. She told me all this the next day, as to not upset me so bad since I was so far away. It cut through all the layers of fat and stopped right before the muscle. It looked bad. Lori my other sister that was there is actually a wound care nurse.......but that night she was just an Aunt to Samuel. She is 3 weeks away from delivering her second child. That day she and Tracy had a yard sale so Tracy's house was turned upside down. As Lori was running to get something to wrap his legs in, she fell on some beads and cut her foot. Oh my, it was an interesting night to say the least. Dave and I arrived at my parents at 1:30 am. I couldn't wait to hug my little boy. He was glad to see us. We took him Monday morning to the doctor for a tetanus shot. He had to have 12 stitches, 4 on the inside layer and 8 on the outside. The cut was almost 2 inches deep and 2 inches wide. He cannot get it wet until the stitches come out next Friday, the 7th. So the hard thing now is keeping him from getting it wet, dirty, or playing rough. He is a 6 year old boy, rough is his middle name. Tracy and Lori told me that while they were waiting with him at the ER, he said to them "It would have been worse(think of him saying this with his "R" sound) if it had caught on fire." Sometimes I just wonder what goes through his mind.