Jake had the late (7:30) baseball game last Monday. Everything started out fine. Jake was playing 3rd base and went to catch a pop up fly ball in the 3rd inning. He overran it a little the ball just missed his glove. But his cheek caught it. It wasn't a line drive and it didn't knock him out. Rob is a coach, so he was on the field and was the first one to Jake. I figured it would just give him a black eye. I could hear Jake crying and that broke my heart. He is a tough kid and doesn't normally cry. So I knew it had to hurt for him to cry at baseball. They helped him off the field and I met them at the fence. He went straight into my arms, which also broke my heart. I was shocked with they removed the towel to his face to see a huge deep gash. Thankfully one of the dads is a firefighter and helped give him first aide. I called his after hours pediatrician and they said because the gash was as big as it was, and on his face, to take him to Children's ER downtown to get it stitched up. Thankfully my sweet in-laws took Hollon and Rob, Jake & I headed downtown.
We had to wait over an hour in the waiting room. Jake was being such a trooper though!
They put some numbing cream on it, which helped a lot. And then we got a room. Jake was excited to sit in the hospital bed and that he could control the TV with the remote. Bad thing is, at 11:30 at night, there is not much on for an 8-year-old to watch. But he was still excited.
They checked to make sure none of the bones in his face were broken or fractured. Then they were ready to stitch him up. Problem was the boys had smeared eye black all on their cheeks. That eye black is hard to get off anyway, but extremely hard to get out of a cut. It took a nurse, nurse practitioner and doctor all trying for 45 minutes until they could get it clean enough to stitch up.
Finally, around midnight, Jake got 10 stitches and was all fixed up.
We kept him out of school Tuesday. He was still a little sore, but mainly because he was so tired from being up so late the night before. We have felt so much love from our little community. The night it happened, we had friends offering to watch Hollon. We kept getting texts from people not even on our team checking on Jake. People stopped by our house, sent messages, continued to check on us. It was just a cut on the cheek, but people were still so concerned. The thing that meant the most, were moms that told me their sons prayed for Jake. How sweet!