Do you ever get too old to stop needing your Mommy?????
So many times over the course of the last few days I have understood just how important the role of Mommy is and how much having one means and really, how much I still need mine!
Sunday afternoon, during the championship game in Morgan's soccer tournament, she was going in for the winning goal in the final minutes when she was taken down hard from behind by one of the two defenders they had positioned on her during the game. After impact it all happened in slow motion, like I was watching it on a movie instead of it being reality. Morgan flew into the air, her back arching, her head flinging back and her legs out from under her. She hit the ground full force, not breaking her fall because she had been knocked out. Her pretty head just bounced and bounced on the cold, wet ground. We are used to seeing Morgan take some falls, lay there for a minute and then hop up ready to play again. I held my breath, waiting for her to stand and the seconds passing seemed like hours. She was laying completely still on the field and I heard her sobs. The refs, her coach and a parent that is in the medical field were tending to her. They don't want parent's on the field but I told the sideline ref that I was going on and he waved me thru. Kurt wasn't far behind me, he had been up in the van with Lilli so that she could watch Barney while he watched the game. They were keeping Morgan as still as possible because she was complaining of pain in her neck and upper spine. She was laying there covered in mud and tears, her head being held by her friend and team mate Ashlee. I just wanted to rewind the last 10 minutes, pick her up and head out of there. They called 911 and within minutes the fire truck with first responders were there as was the ambulance. The ambulance was brought down onto the back of the field area and they carefully loaded Morgan up. Her team mates were in tears, parents were in tears, Kurt and I were in tears....the girls promised Morgan that they would win it for her. She had already scored 10 of thier overall 21 goals during the tournament! They wouldn't let me ride with her, something about rules and procedures...blah, blah, blah..... I pray for you that you never have to watch your child being loaded into an ambulance with incredible fear on their face and calling out for "Mommy and Daddy". Our hearts shattered into a million pieces in that moment, I could tell from the look on Kurt's face he was terribly close to telling them to shove their rules and procedures. When they lifted the stretcher to wheel her off of the field, she got a standing ovation from the players and spectators. I was trying to hold it all together but that one nearly pushed me over the edge. We quickly got up to the van to follow. Our wonderful friends that we have made thru the years already had Lillianne out watching her, her car seat out and had made plans on who was going to take her and watch over her for now.
The first person I called when we got to the van??...??? MY MOMMY!
She is hundreds of miles away at my brother's but I needed her to tell me that it was going to be ok. God knows she has been in the scared Mommy shoes once or twice with me after my accidents.
When I got into the ER, Morgan was just being wheeled in and she was alarmingly calm and sort of out of it. That really scared me since we didn't know where her injuries were. They took her to CAT scan, she wanted her Daddy and I with her but again they wouldn't let us go. While we waited for her to return we walked out to the waiting room to find it filled with tearful friends. How greatful we are for their prayers and love. It turns out that the girls had won the game after two overtimes and penalty kicks! I took Morgan's trophy back to her while Kurt talked with everyone for a little bit, promising to return when we had more news.
X-rays were done and the CAT scan results came back negative. They said that really all those test would show would be if there was a break or not. Nothing was broken so the verdict was just seriously sprained, THANK GOD! We have a follow up appt this week to make sure that everything is healing appropriately but right now she is out of basketball for 7-10 days. Fine by me, she just needs to lay low!
We have had so many phone calls, including an apologetic call from the player that took her down and Morgan has been prayed for by so many.
We are so blessed to have such wonderful friends and to have them a part of our daughter's life! We really don't know how to say thank you enough!
As if that experience was not enough......we get to Grandma and Grandpa's to pick up the boys and Layne is vomiting. Evan had been sick Friday night but we thought it was from something he ate. Guess not.....Morgan started vomiting during the night on Sunday night and by Monday morning Lillianne and I were both sick, too! Kurt couldn't stay home with us b/c too many guys were out due to deer hunting. Luckily all of us were just laying still, it hurt too much to move so we didn't need a lot! LOL We have to all get well soon.....we are supposed to go and see my sister and her family for Thanksgiving but with Faith being a preemie, we can't go in anyone is remotely sick.
More than once during the course of this little adventure, I longed to be 5 years old again, knowing my Mommy could make it all better. Instead I was the Mommy, cuddling my babies telling them I would make it all better and just praying to God that I could.....
Dottie's Daily 5:
Today I am thankful for:
1. Kurt.......he is my rock........always ready to fight off my demons, move the world to heal our children and he cleans up the puke! I love you Kurtis!
2. Prayer....such a powerful tool!
3. Our wonderful friends......you all have made a difference in one way or another in our lives ,just by knowing you. We are blessed and ever grateful!
4. Morgan.....your resilience and strength always amaze me. Your empathy and forgiveness of others is a beautiful part of who you are. You are such a blessing!
5. Evan, Layne & Lillianne.....what gifts you all are........so unique, so wonderful. You all have made my life so much better in so many ways! I love all four of you so very much!
So many times over the course of the last few days I have understood just how important the role of Mommy is and how much having one means and really, how much I still need mine!
Sunday afternoon, during the championship game in Morgan's soccer tournament, she was going in for the winning goal in the final minutes when she was taken down hard from behind by one of the two defenders they had positioned on her during the game. After impact it all happened in slow motion, like I was watching it on a movie instead of it being reality. Morgan flew into the air, her back arching, her head flinging back and her legs out from under her. She hit the ground full force, not breaking her fall because she had been knocked out. Her pretty head just bounced and bounced on the cold, wet ground. We are used to seeing Morgan take some falls, lay there for a minute and then hop up ready to play again. I held my breath, waiting for her to stand and the seconds passing seemed like hours. She was laying completely still on the field and I heard her sobs. The refs, her coach and a parent that is in the medical field were tending to her. They don't want parent's on the field but I told the sideline ref that I was going on and he waved me thru. Kurt wasn't far behind me, he had been up in the van with Lilli so that she could watch Barney while he watched the game. They were keeping Morgan as still as possible because she was complaining of pain in her neck and upper spine. She was laying there covered in mud and tears, her head being held by her friend and team mate Ashlee. I just wanted to rewind the last 10 minutes, pick her up and head out of there. They called 911 and within minutes the fire truck with first responders were there as was the ambulance. The ambulance was brought down onto the back of the field area and they carefully loaded Morgan up. Her team mates were in tears, parents were in tears, Kurt and I were in tears....the girls promised Morgan that they would win it for her. She had already scored 10 of thier overall 21 goals during the tournament! They wouldn't let me ride with her, something about rules and procedures...blah, blah, blah..... I pray for you that you never have to watch your child being loaded into an ambulance with incredible fear on their face and calling out for "Mommy and Daddy". Our hearts shattered into a million pieces in that moment, I could tell from the look on Kurt's face he was terribly close to telling them to shove their rules and procedures. When they lifted the stretcher to wheel her off of the field, she got a standing ovation from the players and spectators. I was trying to hold it all together but that one nearly pushed me over the edge. We quickly got up to the van to follow. Our wonderful friends that we have made thru the years already had Lillianne out watching her, her car seat out and had made plans on who was going to take her and watch over her for now.
The first person I called when we got to the van??...??? MY MOMMY!
She is hundreds of miles away at my brother's but I needed her to tell me that it was going to be ok. God knows she has been in the scared Mommy shoes once or twice with me after my accidents.
When I got into the ER, Morgan was just being wheeled in and she was alarmingly calm and sort of out of it. That really scared me since we didn't know where her injuries were. They took her to CAT scan, she wanted her Daddy and I with her but again they wouldn't let us go. While we waited for her to return we walked out to the waiting room to find it filled with tearful friends. How greatful we are for their prayers and love. It turns out that the girls had won the game after two overtimes and penalty kicks! I took Morgan's trophy back to her while Kurt talked with everyone for a little bit, promising to return when we had more news.
X-rays were done and the CAT scan results came back negative. They said that really all those test would show would be if there was a break or not. Nothing was broken so the verdict was just seriously sprained, THANK GOD! We have a follow up appt this week to make sure that everything is healing appropriately but right now she is out of basketball for 7-10 days. Fine by me, she just needs to lay low!
We have had so many phone calls, including an apologetic call from the player that took her down and Morgan has been prayed for by so many.
We are so blessed to have such wonderful friends and to have them a part of our daughter's life! We really don't know how to say thank you enough!
As if that experience was not enough......we get to Grandma and Grandpa's to pick up the boys and Layne is vomiting. Evan had been sick Friday night but we thought it was from something he ate. Guess not.....Morgan started vomiting during the night on Sunday night and by Monday morning Lillianne and I were both sick, too! Kurt couldn't stay home with us b/c too many guys were out due to deer hunting. Luckily all of us were just laying still, it hurt too much to move so we didn't need a lot! LOL We have to all get well soon.....we are supposed to go and see my sister and her family for Thanksgiving but with Faith being a preemie, we can't go in anyone is remotely sick.
More than once during the course of this little adventure, I longed to be 5 years old again, knowing my Mommy could make it all better. Instead I was the Mommy, cuddling my babies telling them I would make it all better and just praying to God that I could.....
Dottie's Daily 5:
Today I am thankful for:
1. Kurt.......he is my rock........always ready to fight off my demons, move the world to heal our children and he cleans up the puke! I love you Kurtis!
2. Prayer....such a powerful tool!
3. Our wonderful friends......you all have made a difference in one way or another in our lives ,just by knowing you. We are blessed and ever grateful!
4. Morgan.....your resilience and strength always amaze me. Your empathy and forgiveness of others is a beautiful part of who you are. You are such a blessing!
5. Evan, Layne & Lillianne.....what gifts you all are........so unique, so wonderful. You all have made my life so much better in so many ways! I love all four of you so very much!
6 Comments:
OMG...I am so glad Morgan is ok..that must have been so scarey.
She is not allowed to play sports anymore!!
LOL
Wow. I can't imagine the way you must have felt. I am gald everything is going to be okay.
It is amazing being a mother and the powerful feelings that come with it.
My heart broke reading your story, I can't imagine watching that happen to my daughter.
I do know the feeling about wanting to call your mom. She was the the first person I called when we had to take our newborn to the hospital. Sometimes you just need your mom and there is no replacement for "mommy love!"
My son did the exact same thing this spring playing soccer. Little different outcome. Well, he got up actually and walked off the field. Sat out. Coach asked if he wanted to go back in. Everything started spinning and then he realized he didn't remember anything or where he was etc etc. He'd blacked out. He could't balance or walk. My hub brought him home and I wasn't home at the time and my hub left him at HOME to go somewhere with someone watching him (he's 14). But I got home and went about nuts. I took him to the ER right away (his pupils were unequal). I was so pissed.
Anyhoo... glad your daughter is okay. I've had a few incidents this year with sports. Same son also separated his shoulder. He has his final recheck this afternoon. So fun isn't it? :)
Thanks for your well wishes!
Christina: OK, you come tell her she can't play and I'm gonna hide while you do! LOL
William: Thank you, it was a scary evening!
LuckyLum: I imagine that taking your newborn to the hospital is right up there in the scary Mom moments. I hope everything worked out well then for you.
Lizzie: My goodness, I would have been pissed at DH, too! Glad to hear that everything worked out well there. Your poor DS sounds like he has had a rough sports year!
I love your Daily 5. You have such patience. I don't think we get too old for our Moms. I wish I lived closer to mine...even though she's a nut sometimes. That's what makes it fun.
Sorry about the soccer game. Ugh..I would have been freaking out right there.
Take care sweetie...
Christie
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