Needing Some Prayers

I took my son to the doctor today to get his hand looked at.

I hadn't touched the dressing that the burn unit had put on his hand, so it would be my first time seeing his little fingers.

Honestly, I didn't even look at his fingers at the hospital because I was so traumatized.

I remember glancing at these huge blisters that had formed on his tiny hands, and bawling.

The nurses wouldn't let me watch them pop the blisters and cut the dead skin off.

I was so distraught.

It's been two days now, so I thought I could handle it.

I held him down while the doctor delicately cut the dressing off to assess the wound.

A soon as I saw the last layer of gauze come off, I wanted to puke.

It was like something out of a horror movie.

As she reapplied the antibiotic ointment and redress it, my son started screaming in pain.

I started to shake and get dizzy.

I somehow managed to hold it together at the doctor's office.

It wasn't until I got out to the parking lot in my Jeep when the tears started coming uncontrollably.

Never in my life have I ever felt so irresponsible as a parent.

My four year old has never been to the ER for anything other than the occasional high fever.

Even with everyone telling me their horror stories with accidents with their children (some that sounded worse than my situation), it still doesn't make me feel better.

I know accidents happen, and kids get hurt.

It's part of growing up.

I just don't think my 5 month old needs an "accident" like this as part of growing up.

He won't remember this, and won't learn anything from it.

The doctor said these types of burns takes 3 weeks to heal.

I know God can heal on HIS own time.

I've been praying so hard for him to heal quickly and painlessly. 

I don't ask God for much.

Most of my prayers are prayers of thankfulness.

But lately...today...I'm needing some prayers for my son and for me.