The Truth Behind the Staple

Picture if you will, finding Little Man at the bottom of the stairs with his belly and chest pressed against the bottom step and his hand still grasping the pink, striped Victoria Secret bag, which he held onto until the bitter end of his fall.  Imagine hearing your toddler fall down two to three steps behind you and hearing his head hit the banister.  And as you pick him up and inspect him, you realized that your initial inspection must have been a poor one because you discover blood on your hand but you are clueless as to the source.  You frantically search your son as you are feeling like you are just one terrible mom for 1.) allowing your son to fall down the stairs and 2.) that you can't seem to figure out where the blood is coming from.  Finally, in your frantic search, you discover the cut on the back of his poor head.

Quickly, you inspect the wound closely and discover that indeed the wound needs added attention that you are not equipped to provide and so you head off to the ER.  Too make a long story short, you end up being with every other sick and injured person in your area that Monday morning and you wait three hours for just one staple.  BUT as the wound is inspected by a medical professional it is determined that the wound is more of that of a puncture wound rather than a hit to something like the banister like you had originally believed.  And as you take a look at the wound when it had been properly cleaned and before it was stapled, you could even concur the same conclusion as well.

And as you drive home from the hospital, you are puzzled as to what caused the puncture wound, when it finally occurs to you what had happened; and after careful inspection of the suspected item upon your return home, you can almost positively conclude the cause of such a wound.  It totally and completely hits you what had happened.  As your son fell, he punctured his head on the pink, striped card board Victoria Secret bag, WHICH you gave him to help carry upstairs and its contents no less included that of sexy negligee that you actually had decided to purchase for your husband for Valentine's Day for like the first time ever in your relationship!

Can you now imagine if you will, my horror as I realized how displeased my husband and father of Little Man would be to know that his son was wounded and needed his first set of stitches, or the like, was cause by that of a Victoria Secret bag carrying such content?  Now if you can imagine how this story may be carried on and laughed about when Little Man is grown?  Poor Poor Little Man!  LOL!

BUT as ironic and silly as that whole thing was and still is in many regards, one thing remains: The truth is, we were simply meant to be in the ER that day.  As Little Man and I sat in our room in the ER, we observed our surroundings.  We discovered many children with respiratory problems.  Almost directly across from us, was a familiar sight--two signs warning of the precautions that needed to be taken with a chest infection.  I heard a familiar cough as well behind the door and saw how the medical staff dressed just to enter the room.  The door was left cracked open and I could hear the staff telling the mother of a little, blond girl that they were going to admit her and that she needed to wear the mask through the hallways of the hospital to get to the pediatric unit.  And as the door opened I saw a little blond girl with little pair of ugs laying beside her on a bed that they were moving out of the room.  She had the same yellow, pale skin tone that Skye had two years ago in that very same ER during the very same exact week when Skye was stricken with her bad case of pneumonia.  I kid you not.  Skye was admitted to the same hospital this very same week 2 years ago almost to the day!


As she left the ER my eyes filled with tears as yet again I had been reminded of that time.  However, I soon realized that it was another great reminder of how God was and is faithful.  He provided me with strength and support before I even realized it and even when I was doubting His goodness.  He showered us with love during that time and I grew spiritually because of it.  I thanked God for the reminder and for the sweet little girl across the way.


I also took the opportunity to pray for a girl I had never met.  I prayed for her health and for her doctors as well as her parents.  Little did she know that a perfect stranger was touched by her illness and was lifting her and her family in prayer.  I was meant to be there to pray faithfully for her.