A backpack and a helmet saved our son’s life. Well… we’re pretty confident that God had a hand in it too.
Last week our son Mitch was hit and then run over by an SUV on his way home from school. The support and prayers from our friends, family and community has been overwhelming. And the support coming from all of you and from the blogging community has been equally amazing. So many people have been asking about what happened (and how it happened) and how they might specifically pray for us, that I wanted to give you the scoop.
|This was a brand new Vans sticker that Mitch had put on his helmet. Was. Every single staff member at the hospital has commented on how amazing it is that Mitch had on his helmet. (They see the tragedies when people don’t wear them.)|
Last Wednesday, January 30 Mitch was riding his bike home from school. He was on the sidewalk, surrounded by lots of other students from the high school. There is a restaurant parking lot, and Mitch slowed down/stopped to let a car pull out of the driveway and onto the boulevard. When it had passed, Mitch and other students proceeded down the sidewalk. However, there was a Suburban in the parking lot that was coming up after the first car, and for some reason it sort of lurched forward and hit Mitch. It knocked him over on his bike and then both the front and rear wheels on the passenger side rolled over his chest.
I’m telling you, it’s a miracle that the child is alive.
He said he was conscious the entire time and was aware that he would need to try and protect his vital organs. He was on his right side (I’m guessing the fetal position…) and fortunately, he was still wearing his backpack. For years, I have complained about these ridiculously heavy backpacks that the kids have to lug around. In this instance, that ridiculously heavy backpack served as sort of a ramp that allowed the SUV to roll up and drop down over Mitch, instead of outright crushing him. I repeat: It is a miracle.
It is a horrible, horrible thing to receive a phone call from the police department, informing you that your child has been in an accident (specifically: “Ma’m, your son has been hit by a truck. You need to meet the ambulance at the emergency room immediately.”) and not have them be able to tell you his condition. I hope you never have to get a call like that. I was shaking so much and so upset that I would have been a hazard on the road, so I called my friend Jodi and she drove me. I called HH and let him know and he called Mitch’s mom. (Mitch is my step-son, remember?) Mitch’s mom had the same reaction that I did and she needed a friend to drive her as well.
Mitch’s step-dad is an EMT and as it turns out, he wound up being a first responder at the accident site. While I am sure it was a shock (and probably traumatic) for Step-Dad to get a call and have it turn out to be a member of his family, I am so grateful that Mitch had someone there that he knows and loves. What a comfort!
Mitch had a compound fracture in his upper left arm (humerus), a fractured clavicle and scapula, fractures in his pelvis, cracked ribs, a partially collapsed lung and a HUGE case of road rash on his right arm and hand. (It may need a skin graft, but hopefully not.) He was moved out of ICU and into a regular room last night. Progress!
The kids in Grant’s 3rd grade class made him cards. A couple of our favorites:
Grant’s cracked me up:
|Did I spell hospital right….? Love it!|
Surgery was necessary to repair the damage the compound fracture caused, but all of the remaining fractures and injuries will only heal by remaining immobilized. That means that Mitch will be in a wheelchair for the next 4 to 6 weeks. We’ve ordered a hospital bed for his room, and we will have to move him from the bed to the chair and back again. He cannot put any weight on his arms or on his right leg. It is going to be a long road back to recovery, but we welcome it with grateful hearts. We could very easily be planning a funeral right now instead of rearranging bedroom furniture to temporarily accommodate medical equipment.
If you’re the praying type, we’d love for you to pray for Mitch’s continued healing and strength as he heads down what will likely be a difficult and painful road to recovery. As a parent, I’d ask for prayer that we 4 parents (Mom, step-dad, dad and me) have strength and composure as we work together to care for Mitch during this time.
No matter what we face in the next few months, we’re confident that we’ll get through it with God’s help, and we are grateful for our son. So hug your kids, hug your spouse, and remember that we need to make the most of each day we have here. Each day is a gift… we need to always remember that.
Please bear with me as I find my equilibrium. I have some fabulous guests lined up over the next few weeks, I hope you’ll enjoy! Take care, thanks for reading, and thank you for your continued support.
Mitch is doing really well. He’s home, he’s in good spirits and is working hard at his physical therapy and it only takes one person to help him out of bed and into the wheelchair. He can only put weight on his left leg for now, but we’re hoping he will be up and about in about 6 weeks.
Mitch went back to school yesterday. I previously wrote that it was an SUV that hit him, and it turned out it was actually a Chevy Silverado truck. Mitch joked “Well they look the same from underneath them…”
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