My little Silas just got 4 stitches. I was trapped at work and couldn't get to him. Michael had to watch them strap him down and stitch him up.
The wind blew a door shut on Si's hand and cut open his thumb.
When Candice called to tell me what was going on, I heard Silas in the background. It was the most gut-wrenching thing I've ever heard.
Today, I hate being a working mom and resent the fact that I can't stay home with him and be there every time he needs to be held and loved and reassured. I feel horrible that I could not be there for him and Michael - who endured watching Silas in agony with no hand to hold and while fielding my frantic IM's and trying to keep me calm. His life was never in danger, but he was hurting, and if you have children, you know that you would endure every pain for them in an instant to keep them from ever hurting.
The bottom line is that Silas is okay. The worst of it is over. He had Michael and Candice with him and I prayed down the Holy Spirit to comfort him - pretty sure that prayer was granted and did more good than my panic-stricken self ever could have anyway.
Michael said Si keeps saying "fixed it". So, I guess all is right in his little world even if Daddy and Mommy are still shaken.
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