Late Night Emergency Room Visit

We were in the ER last night until 3am. Our oldest son broke his first bone. The official diagnosis was Fracture-supracondylar level 2, elbow, left, closed. The fracture was in his humorous (bone above the elbow). It was not a typical fracture, a piece broke off. When we went in we were thinking, simple break, cast, 6-8 weeks, sad, but not devastating. After the doctor ordered the X-rays, then examined them, he called in an orthopedic surgeon. As soon as I heard that, my heart dropped.

The surgeon decided to put Ryan in a catatonic state so that he could manipulate the bone and then splint it up really well, then they would do more extensive x-rays while he was still out of it. It was so very hard watching my baby go through having the line put in his vein, then be drugged like that, then come out of his drugged stupor. It was heart-wrenching. It took all the strength I had not to just break down, but I wanted to be strong for my little boy. I knew if he saw me crying it would scare him.

The surgeon informed us that he was going to view the x-rays the next day and we were to go home and rest, and not let Ryan have anything to eat or drink because he would be having surgery the next morning. I asked if there was any hope that he wouldn't need surgery. The surgeon said there was a slight chance, he would know once he viewed the second x-rays.

We went home with heavy hearts. We were praying for a miracle, but preparing ourselves for the emotional roller coaster the next day. We slept fretfully for about four hours before the surgeon called us at 8am.

PRAISE THE LORD! He guided the surgeons hands last night and the bone was placed perfectly back together without the need for surgery or screws! The Lord had His hand on our son last night! After my husband got off of the phone and told me the news we held each other and cried for just a minute. Ryan wanted to know what was wrong and we got to tell him that nothing was wrong, EVERYTHING WAS RIGHT. What a wonderful feeling to explain to a child that the Lord had healed him, that he was the subject of a miracle!

We were so very blessed last night.

We called our neighbor right after it happened to see if her husband who is a paramedic could come up. He was not home, but she came right up to lend moral support. What a blessing!

We called our family doctor, who also attends our church, he came right over to check Ryan. He confirmed what we already knew, yes, it was broken. He wrapped and splinted the arm so that Ryan could travel more comfortably in the car. Then he took our younger children with him back home where his wife and daughters gave our sons excellent care. What a blessing!

Our middle son Robert, who is 3 showed such loving concern toward his older brother. It was such a tender time watching him scramble to do everything he could think of to comfort his brother. He stroked his hair, got him water, blankets, books, toys, stuffed animals, he even brought his own beloved quilt and covered his brother with it. He murmured comforting words, he went and got anything I asked for. It was beautiful. What a blessing!

I didn't go into labor at the hospital! What a blessing!
(I would have had to leave!)

Although last night was tough it was filled with blessings we would have otherwise missed out on. I am so thankful to have had this experience with my husband and son. Witnessing God's goodness, provision, and miracles is an excellent way to spend one's time.

Please continue to pray for my son's healing.