And so, our string of unfortunate events continues.
As I type this, Ben is working on his fifth Popsicle of the day. Why five Popsicles, you ask? Because he fell earlier, and hit his face on something (most likely the dump truck) and was bleeding heavily from his top lip, his bottom lip, and his nose. Ben does things thoroughly. When I got things cleaned up enough to see the damage, I discovered that on top of the split open bottom lip, he managed to get the inside of his upper lip wedged between his two front teeth.
It's stuck. And it's stuck good.
The doctors are so swamped with flu cases that I was told to try to reduce the swelling and remove it myself, as they would prefer I not need to bring him in. Honestly, the thought of bringing my child into the swine-flu filled doctor's office does not sound like a great choice to me, so I am happy to not have to make the trek.
However, his lip is not budging.
I really think I would be handling this a whole lot better if Drew did not continue on his stretch of waking up every six minutes last night, where at one point I decided to let him cry it out a little because nothing else was working, and successfully had all four kids screaming at the same time at about three am.
I just got off the phone with my dear friend Gordon, who is an EMT, and he instructed me as to the best removal process. But it's going to hurt, and it's going to bleed. Hopefully the five Popsicles will numb it a bit.
Would you pray for us today? I cannot do this on my own strength right now, I need God to lift me up and carry me. And I am so very grateful that I can rely on Him. Cuz I'm kind of a mess.
And now I have to go make my son bleed to remove his lip from his teeth.
When it rains, it pours.