Concussions Are Good!

That's right.  Thank goodness for concussions.  You see, a concussion is much better than all the horrible ideas swarming around in my head.  Last night my oldest son, Matt, enjoyed practicing with his 2nd grade football team just like he does every Monday afternoon.  Only this time, the hit that jarred his head was enough to land him in the Emergency Room. 

After the hit, my strong boy felt fine and didn't mentioned it to anyone. He continued to play with his teammates for about 30 minutes until his head starting hurting so badly that he began to cry.  He told his coach who then told Scott who was coaching another group of boys.  He complained of a severe headache and kept saying he "couldn't breathe good".  Within five minutes, Matt was vomiting right there on the practice field.  Scott brought him home immediately not quite sure what was going on. 

You know how we moms just know when something's not right?  The mother's intuition that God gives each of us did not fail me last night.  I could tell by the paleness on my sweet boy's face and the look in his eyes that this was not "just a bug" and he didn't "just get too hot" at practice.  Something was wrong.  And then he vomited again.  This was one of those moments as a Mom that my mind could not slow down.  Something is very wrong.

We are fortunate to have a pediatrician's group that offers night and weekend hours.  When I called to tell them that we needed to bring Matt in, I was greeted with "I'm sorry, but the pediatrician here tonight just got called into an emergency C-section."  Are you kidding me?  In my mind I was screaming "BUT MY CHILD HAS AN EMERGENCY TOO!"  I decided to call a friend of mine whose husband is an orthopedic doctor.  I know that this probably sounds crazy to many of you, but you have to realize that Scott and I were still trying to piece it all together.  But I must say when my friend said "Amy, you need to take him to the E.R.  Don't wait.  Take him on to the E.R. Matt needs a head CT scan.  I'm going to call ahead to tell them you are coming."  I seriously got scared. 

Scott loaded him up and off they went. I managed to get Macy and Harris to bed before I broke down.  Question after question began to spin around in my head.  How could this happen?  Why did I let him play football?  What kind of mother am I to not take him straight to the emergency room?

I prayed the entire time they were gone.  As I prayed, I asked God for protection and healing for Matt, wisdom for the doctors, and strength for Scott.  I can't begin to describe how God spoke to me during those two hours. Trust me.  Trust me.  Trust me.  Over and over, in only the way God can. He repeated those words ever so softly.

His power is supernatural and his faithfulness is unending.  I received a text from Scott after the CT scan that simply said "Everything is good!!  The CT scan does not show any swelling or bleeding."  Indeed, everything is good.  My God is good.  My son is good.  And for today, concussions are good.

I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.  Those who look to him are radiant, their faces are never covered with shame.  this poor man called, and the Lord heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles.  The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them.  Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.  Psalm 34: 4 - 8