Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Why I'm always about blessings Part 2

Part 2
The crisis counselor finally got me settled down enough by telling me how much my son needed me now.  This was so true, once I calmed down my son started to settle down.  The morphine started to kick in and once we gave him his pacifier he stopped crying.  The emergency room doctor insisted that I hold him because they noticed that he was looking around and when he saw me they knew he wanted to be held.  I was afraid I would hurt him more, but after some coaxing and reassurances I climb up on the examination table and held my son.  He looked at me took a deep breath and finally settled into a drug induced sleep.  He wanted his mama and I wanted to hold him.  The peace of that moment allowed everyone to relax and take a breather.

This is the point that I finally was rational enough to ask "how bad?".  I was told that about 12 percent of his body was burned and that they weren't sure how bad the burns were yet because burns are tricky and tend to develop over time.  I was told that we had to be transferred to a burn unit because his burns were too serious to be treated at the hospital we were at.  This is the second blessing that I didn't know about until later.  You see only two hospitals in my area have burn units and only one of these hospitals are covered by my insurance.  One bed opened up at the hospital that my insurance covered.  We didn't know that then, we were told that one bed was available at HCMC and that we would need an ambulance escort to the hospital.  We jumped at the bed and later found out that our insurance would of only have covered an ambulance ride that was ordered.  Double blessings in the matter of minutes and we weren't ever aware of this until later.

So, here I was holding my son and riding for the first time in the back of an ambulance.  As he is resting, I used those quiet moments to smooth his hair over his head and whisper prayers under my breath.  Heavenly Father, please take the pain away.  Please heal him.  Help us get through this! 


This blanket still brings him comfort.
Once we got to HCMC they took him and demanded that I wait in a waiting room several hallways away.  I told them that was not going to happen!  So they let me wait in a chair at the nurses station.  I could hear him crying again and this tore me apart.  At this point my hubby joined me in the burn unit wearing some scrubs borrowed from the hospital, you see he tried to console me when I was freaking out in the emergency room and all I could see was my son's skin on his shirt.  I kept telling him to take off the shirt and he kept saying, don't worry about it.  I then grabbed his collar, looked him in the eye, and said "Our son's skin is on your shirt and I can't look at that right now".  He got it!  Stood up and asked about getting a clean scrub.

You can see the burns under his chin.

When we were finally allowed to see our son we were anxious for an update from the doctor.  As the doctor told us that he was stable and that with burns they develop and each day he would be assessed and treatment would be adjusted.  His chin, chest, and stomach were burned for a total of about 12 percent of his body.  At the time, I was still nursing my son and the hospital allowed nursing mothers to stay with their child 24/7.  So I moved into the hospital and my son went from nursing twice a day with three solid meals to only nursing about 5-6 times a day.  Our next blessing is that I was able to meet all his nutritional requirements within a day!  Only a mother who nursed really gets this.  You see, when an infant suffers from a burn they tend to regress and lose weight and this is very dangerous.  We had to weigh his diapers after every change.  Anyone who entered the room had to wear gowns and "foam" their hands.  The nurses told me that it is normal to have feeding tubes for infants to make sure that they don't lose weight.  Oh no, I don't think so!  So, I started praying.  Dear Lord, make my body produce enough milk. Make my son nurse with no problems.  Every time my son nursed, I went from producing 3 ounces of milk to 5 ounces of milk and my son ate it all up!

Control?  What is that?  Everything so far happening in our lives is completely out of our hands, but in this mess up situation things are working out.  Why is that?  It's really simple, we have no control.  Only God has the control.  We think that everything we do and all the decisions we make are solely ours, but that's an illusion.  I started to realize that the only way my family was going to come out of this tragic event was to let it all go.  I had to let it go, because it was crushing me.  I stayed with my son and I let my husband handle everything else.  He wanted, no he needed to stay busy and I let him.  He text messaged our family, friends, and church.  He called our principals and made arrangements for the last couple of days of school.  He packed a bag for me and brought my breast pump with bottles to the hospital.  Every time he came to the hospital he would say "what else can I do?".  I let him do what he needed to do and he let me do what I needed to do.  And so started our eight days in the burn unit at HCMC.

8 comments:

  1. It was very difficult for me to read this part after the first because i realised that it was about your son's accident; I was so scared because i had a cousine who was burnt on her tummy the same way with hot water so imagine the memories; she was 10 at that time; today evrything is ok even the skin grown back the way it was; God Power believe me i know what it is;

    BUT a baby is sooo difficult to see him in pain even when i try to not imagine it BUT I AM SCARED.DON'T KNOW WHY.
    THE PICTURES HELP ME TO CONTINUE TO READ. ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SMILED DESPITE THE VISIBLE BURNS. IT IS LIKE HE IS SAYING " DON'T WORRY MUMMY EVRYTHING GONNA BE OK..."
    BUT another thing is the fact that you have to be worried about your insurance coverage; In UK you will never HAVE TO BECAUSE EVRYTHING IS FREE. WE PAY TAXES SO THE GOVERNMENT USE THEM TO FINANCE THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM.
    VERY VERY STANGE SITUATION. GOD BLESS.

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    1. I'm sorry to hear about your cousin being burned. These things are horrible and worrying about health care adds to the stress.

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  2. This exact same incident happened to my brother when he was about 18 months old. He had a much further reach than my parents expected, so they thought they were placing a hot cup of tea out of his reach. Unfortunately before they could stop him, he got one finger in the cup and tipped the whole cup over onto his arm all the way up to his chest. We were all devastated. He was in the burn unit with 3rd degree burns. Only my mother and father were allowed to see him. I was only 8 years old at the time, but I think he was in the hospital for two weeks. I agree the power of prayer is a wonderous thing. We all had my brother in our prayers. Of course, he was fine he healed fairly quickly. Now he's twenty-nine and he doesn't even remember the incident. We all remember it to this day and it was very scary how things can take a turn for the worse so quickly. I'm so glad to hear that everything turned out okay with your son. God Bless!

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    1. Sorry about your brother and I'm glad that he doesn't remember the accident. Thanks for your comments and God Bless you!

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  3. Wow, it's amazing how God can take such a tragic situation and turn it around for our good/build our faith. I am so glad that your son is healed! What a miracle and we know our God is a MIRACLE WORKER! Be Blessed!

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  4. Thank you for your kind words. I will be posting part 3 soon.

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  5. Nuraing mother here ... I get it! And that was probably the best way to help with his healing. Not only did he get what he needed nutritionally, he also got what he needed emotionally from you.

    The burns made me gasp but look at him, he was smiling with his Mommie. Such a beautiful picture. No doubt about God's presence . . .

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    1. The burns on his chin were nothing compared to his chest and stomach. I was amazed at how much he wanted to play. Once the pain was dealt with and he was always tired that boy wanted to play.

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