Holy Crap. Tonight was one of the scariest nights any parent could ever experience. Mitchell's legs were run over by a car. It was insane. Matt and I knew he was outside, and we knew where he was, but he always plays outside. I had an indoor soccer game, so I was walking out the door to go find Mitch and tell him I was leaving, when a group of 4 girls came running down the street with Mitch in their arms telling us he was just run over by the teenage kids own the street. Mitch had taken a bag of candy out of the freezer, and I guess he decided to take it down the street to eat it. He was laying in the grass/sidewalk on his belly, when the teen came around the corner, faster than he needed to be, and ran right over Mitchells legs and ankles. There was a car on the street which was obstructing the view of the driver, but Broc, the driver still had to be far enough away from the car on the road to not hit it. I would imagine that he would have seen my son on the sidewalk, but apparently, he didn't. The girls down the street saw the whole thing happen, and ran down to check on Mitchell. The kid didn't even know what happened and when the girls told him he just ran over Mitchs' legs, Broc went inside his house. I'm choosing to believe he went inside to get his dad and not just ignore what happened, but I guess I'll never know. Oh man, we for sure thought that Mitchs' ankle and possibly legs were broken. Matt called 911 and we had an ambulance, fire department, and 3 cops show up at our house. My little man was taken away in an ambulance to the hospital. I was able to go with him with Matt took care of things at home. Mitch was a trooper, but he was definitely NOT happy to be in the ambulance or to be going to the hospital.
This is my little guy in the ambulance. The sun was in his eyes, but he was so sad to be having to go to the hospital.
We used Ore Ida potatoes as an ice pack.
When we got to the hospital, it was something like you would see in the movies. There were dozens of doctors and nurses there to meet us and get us out of the ambulance. People kept coming in to check on Mitch and see what had happened. We were definitely being taken care of.
Here is Mitch letting me know that he was "o-tay" and he just wanted to go home.
This is a shot of his right knee. This was the worst leg.
and this ankle is the one that was hurt the worst, although in the pictures, it looks like the other ankle was worse off.
both of them were awful!
after TWO rounds of x-rays, they determined that nothing was broken or fractured and sent us home with an ace bandage. It was a true miracle!
it was horrible for a mom and dad to have to see their childs legs look like this.
we are so grateful that nothing serious happened!
it was diagnosed as a sprain and that's how it bruised. It was pretty swollen for a few days, but it didn't stop my Mitch from being all boy. By Sunday morning, he was jumping off the couch and walking on it. with his bandage of course.
his knees were pretty bruised up as well.
Mitch is an amazing little man and he kept telling me that he was "o-tay." As I would talk on the phone to family and friends and tell them about what happened, Mitch would be right there to let me know that he was a champ. This little guy taught me so much through this experience. Especially to forgive. It could have been so much worse for us and for the teenager that was driving. I try not to think about the "what ifs" or blame myself too much for letting him play outside alone. I knew where he was and was going out to get him when the whole experience took place. I keep thinking if I had just been two seconds sooner. I could have possible avoided the whole accident or witnessed the whle accident. Either way, I'm grateful for the tender mercies that I received through this experience. And I love my little man that much more!
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