Today Vince, Joseline and I went with Trisha and her kids to the Parks Mothers' Day luncheon. It was great food, and great company - here's the proof about the company: (oh, btw, I broke my camera on Sunday, so until we get a new camera there is going to be a little lull in our pictures... which sucks hard core)
The company was so good, there were lots of little friends for Vincente to play with. What happens when you get a bunch of preschoolers in a room together? They run around and jump around and chase each other and are basically little wild crazy children.
So I was standing with the moms in the general area where our children were playing (although some of them, like Vincente, were running around the big ballroom). I hear Trisha calling me from across the room, and I run over, and there is my precious little baby boy and a nice lady (I think her name was Sarah) holding napkins on his forehead - he's screaming, and blood is dripping down his face. I almost lost it. Thanks to great AMAZING friends (Trisha, Krystal - you guys are amazing, I would have been a basket case without you!!), I was able to stay relatively calm. The people running the luncheon were way awesome, as well, because they were already on the phone with the paramedics by the time I got over there. One look at the cut (which was still bleeding profusely) and I knew he needed stitches. This nice Sarah lady seemed like she was a nurse or something because she was asking me if I had any of Vince's loveys with us (unfortunately, we've started leaving his blanket at home, unless he specifically asks to bring it with him, or if we know we're going to be out during nap time), so since I didn't have them, Trisha offered to run to my house and pick them up! Amazing friends, I tell you! Then Sarah was asking me if there were any song Vince liked to sing, but my voice was so shakey, I couldn't really sing in a soothing way, you know? It's not really relaxing to be sang to by a person who's having a hard time keeping it together. Unfortunately, all the songs Vince likes to sing are ones like Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, I am a Child of God, and Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree - I had one of those "we're not in Kansas anymore" moments when I realized that I couldn't just tell her to start singing Primary songs. Anyway, eventually we moved into a different room - and empty room where away from all the commotion and people in the ballroom. Krystal brought in her adorable little three year old, Braden, to sing for Vincente. It was the first thing that calmed Vince down completely - Braden singing all Vince's favorite Primary songs. Braden is SUCH a cute kid, and I loved his little voice singing to Vincente.
Well, the abulance came, sirens and all, but Vince in his heightened emotional state would have absolutely nothing to do with them and freaked out when they even looked at him. All the to-do was a little much for the poor kid, and it was just about nap time. We ended up riding to the hospital in the ambulance, which was kind of fun - and I'll get to tell Vince about it when he's older, since he probably won't remember. Krystal watched Joseline at the luncheon while she waited for Trisha to get back, since Trisha was going to bring Vince's "Snuggle" back to the luncheon place. Krystal even offered to bring Joseline up to the hospital for me, but once Trisha got there, she took Joseline instead, since Krystal had her own three year old and 10 month old to take care of. Now that I look back I feel bad that I even asked her to take Joseline - you don't think straight in those situations, though.
Before we rode off in the ambulance, I tried to call Russ, but his phone wasn't working, so I tried to call our friend Omar who studies Chinese in the same area as Russ, and whose number was the only one I had in my phone, but he didn't answer either, so I called his wife, whose number I also had, and asked her if she could get a hold of Omar for me and have Omar pass the message on to Russ to call me. Well, I found out later that Michelle got a hold of Omar, who goes to class down the hill from Russ, and then Omar called Wes (Trisha's husband) who goes to class in a room nextdoor to Russ. Wes talked to Russ, and then Russ called me. It was a crazy chain - but man, so awesome to have all these good friends. I don't know what we would have done without them.
Well, Trisha got up to the hospital with Vincente's Snuggle and a panda bear. Then Vince and Connor watched Jungle Book for a while. Russ got to the hospital just after Trisha, but he only had his motorcycle, so Trisha drove back to our house with Joseline so Russ could bring the car back to the hospital.
Around 3pm, we were finally seen by the Dr, and he said that since the wound was such a clean cut, Vincente wouldn't need stitches after all. He could just use the glue stuff that works like stitches.
About half an hour later, Vince was all fixed up, and actually smiling and giving us weak little laughs every now and then when Russ could coax something out of him. We were discharged, and came home.
It was a crazy, crazy day... and I am SO grateful for all the friends we have here.
When ever something "bad" happens to us, I always like to ask "Why?" I think I mentined this after our
car accident in September - I don't mean to say I ask "Why me, Why me?" all pathetic like. It's more like "What does Heavenly Father want me to learn from this experience?" Because there is always something to learn. I think Heavenly Father wanted me to realize how much our friends love us, and how great a bond the gospel gives us. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ - which is made manifest by the way we bear one anothers burdens. I want to be that kind of friend to people. I think Heavenly Father wants me to be more like the friends I have - the kind of person who just takes care of things without even hesitating, and the kind of person who goes out of their way to make sure other people are taken care of.
I am so grateful for our health and our friends and the love we all have for each other. I am counting my blessings today.
