Poor Parker and poor me. It was a Monday night and we were headed out to Noah's soccer practice. All the kids were getting out to the car and I ran back in to get one more water bottle. And then I heard a blood curdling scream. I ran back out to the car. Poor Parker was huddled on the car floor in front of his seat. Then I saw his knee with a huge gash in it. I was so confused as to how his knee could be so badly injured inside the car but there was no time for questions. The poor guy had to be in tons of pain but he was being so brave~ not even making a sound! I felt so bad for him and yet I was so proud of him for helping me out by acting way beyond his years. (Of course our first major injury had to happen while Kep was gone commercial fishing!)
See wasn't it awful!?! The nurse measured the opening at 1cm by 4cm with some bone showing in the middle. Yuck! Again, Parker was so incredibly brave. While they were cleaning his wound and stitching him up, all he did was squeeze my hand and make one soft grunt. I kept praying with him and asking God to give both of us strength~ boy did HE ever come through! After we had been home for awhile, Parker was paging through these photos and he noticed that his gash was in the shape of a heart. He told me that's because God loves Him. YES indeed!
After some inner stitches and 14 outer stitches, he was good to go!
Now, all we had to do was keep his leg straight for 2 weeks and away from water during our state's hottest summer ever! Parker was a trooper! He enjoyed all the extra time on his new IPod and rarely complained about missing out on boating fun and playground dates.
