After a long night at the ERLate Saturday evening, we waited for your Daddy to get off work so we could head to Fred Meyer together. We went there for one specific purpose. We were going to get a baby gate to wrap around the fireplace with the winter season just around the corner. When we got there, the gate that had been on sale for weeks prior to this was back up at a higher price. Thinking that we could wait another week to see if it came back on sale, we left without the gate.
As soon as we got home, I sat down with you on the living room floor to put on your jammies. I explained to you that the fireplace was HOT. You pointed at it and repeated your version of the word "hot" back to me. I continued dressing you. Changed your diaper, pulled up your pajama pants, turned to get your shirt from the floor next to me, and in an instant, you took a quick step right into the burning fireplace. You rested both your sweet little hands right on top of it. I grabbed you as fast as I could and put your hands under cold water. Once I found the wounds, I put some burn cream on them and applied ice the best I could. You seemed to be handling it well. You continued on playing, when suddenly, the pain got worse. You started to scream. and scream. You rocked back and forth and belted out your cries. You wanted me to hold you, but it hurt you. You wanted your blankie, but that hurt, too. It was the hardest I have heard you cry, and there was nothing I could do to make it better. So I cried with you.
Because of the discomfort you were in, your Daddy and I decided to take you into the ER. Mommy sang to you as you continued to cry the whole way to the Hospital. The moment we walked into the hospital, your crying came to a halt. There was a fish tank. You were so excited to see those fish! I was glad that you could be distracted for a bit, but at the same time, I wanted you to cry so that the nurses could maybe rush our case.
No such luck. They tried to transfer you to Harbor View in Seattle, but we insisted that they wrap your owies so that you wouldn't be in anymore pain. 3 hours later, we brought you home mummified and put you to bed.
Your wounds are almost healed, and now you know what "HOT" means.
So sorry you had to go through this.
I love you oodles, mister magoo.
hugs & kisses, "mUmmy"
side note: For a split second, while you expressed your pain and I unsuccessfully tried to comfort you, I thought of Christ in Gethsemane. I know that Heavenly Father didn't want to see his child go through all the pain and agony he did, but he had to let him. I'm sure that it was killing him inside to not be able to take away his pain. I can't imagine seeing you in any more pain than you have already experienced. It hurt me as much as it hurt you.
I hope you always remember that Christ suffered the most excruciating pain so that we might live eternally. He did it for you. The atonement is real. Heavenly Father loves each of us so much that he GAVE his only begotten son to die for us. Always know that, Lucas.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
