Sunday ER visit

So I was planning on going to the Stake Standards fireside. . we were at the hay barn up at the farm having a little family cookout where they shoot clay pigeons after dinner. . I was just about to get up and leave so I could make it to the fireside, and I see B with what I thought was a board. . it looked like he was planning on dropping it across the ditch like a bridge so he could cross. M was down in the ditch playing (bent over, I think). All I saw was B drop what turned out to be a steel post (t-post). . it fell the wrong way. . B got that "Oh Crap" look on his face and said, "Maacyy". . and then Macy started crying loudly. The post punctured her back. .


It was BAD. (WARNING!: if you don't want gory details, skip this part) I didn't look at it in the beginning before we left for the hospital, but Shane said it was a gaping hole. There was fatty tissue hanging out. By the time we got to the hospital, the muscle was already working to repair itself, and it was swolen and pushed together and up out of the hole. You can kind of see the fatty tissue in the second picture.

Needless to say, I didn't make it to the fireside. . I felt needed more by my baby girl. She was anything BUT a baby, though. . she was a tough little nut. The only time she started crying at the hospital was when I took a picture of the wound before they got it fixed. She didn't want me taking pictures of it. So I waited on the rest of the pictures until she said it was okay. The doc and the nurse were both very cute with her and babied her as much as they could. They sent her home with a paint book, some crayons, and some stickers which made that smile even bigger! We feel so blessed that the post hit her in just the right spot. If it had hit her in the spine or even in the head, it could have done some very serious damage. The weird thing is, the post didn't even rip her shirt. The shirt kind of protected the wound from the rust and dirt that was covering the post. . she's one lucky little girl!

Oh, and B did feel really bad. When we got home from the hospital, he was waiting on the back porch. . and as quick as we could open the truck doors, he said, "Sorry Macy." Poor little guy. . he was probably worried about her the whole time.