Minutes before bedtime on Friday night we were thrown into chaos, as a wrestling move went wrong and Hudson dived into a wooden chair leg, splitting his forehead open deeply. The moments that followed were like nothing we had experienced before.
//Laughter, then a loud crack
His head connects with an unyielding surface
Instantly we are in a different realm
Panic, blood, pain
‘Get a towel! Get in the car! No, call an ambulance!’
Tears flow, words slow
‘I need you to take a deep breath’
The kindness of strangers and family
‘We are here, we are here, we are here’
The squirming feel of agony
Even thought it isn’t my pain
We find peace and calm in beeping rooms
‘It’s going to be OK’
Drug seeps into tiny veins
Hooking needle pulls the pieces together again
He is on another plane
Leaving us behind
We hold his little hand so tightly
If only we could have protected him
Thankfully, Hudson has made an amazing recovery, despite needing six stitches, but it has definitely shaken us up and made me realise to another degree how it is impossible to protect my kids and prevent these kinds of things happening. At a much deeper level, it has made me ponder the workings of prayer and the mystery of the body’s incredible ability to regenerate and heal itself. We are so thankful to those around us who were praying and messaging us, offering comfort and reassurance. And to Dave’s parents who selflessly looked after Eli and Ivy until well after midnight so that Dave and I could be by Hudson’s side. It is in these times that you truly realise how blessed you are…. and how much you have to lose.
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