Jordan's Accident

We had just finished supper.  The boys asked if they could go out and play.  It hadn’t been 15 minutes, after I had given the okay, before our 10 year old daughter came running inside.  She appeared calm and quietly stated that her brother was hurt.  I said, “Badly hurt?  She said, “Yes, he isn’t moving.” 

Brian and I jumped up from the table and began sprinting to our front yard where the boys had been playing.  There we found our 8 year old son, lying face down, in an awkward position.  He had tears streaming down his face, but was eerily calm.  He kept saying, “All I want is to lay down on our nice comfy couch.”

  To our relief he could move all of his limbs, except his right arm.  He was complaining of shooting pain in his back and arm.  He had fallen 12 feet (no, he did not have permission to climb so high) and landed on his back on a log.  He flipped over onto his belly.

We called 911 and prayed over him while we waited for an ambulance to arrive.  Our family was amazingly calm, and the children were very obedient.  Our 6 year old sat next to his brother the entire time, speaking into his ear and encouraging him.  I told Jordan that the paramedics were on their way to help him.  I said they would be very very good to him.  He said, with tears falling down his precious cheek, “They will?  Kind of like Jesus is good to me, but not quite as good as Him?”.

The ambulance did not seem to take long at all, though they apologized for taking so long.  They were amazing from the start.  They were extremely concerned about his condition, but one of the paramedics said he sighed a sigh of relief when the big fire engine arrived and our son started asking him about the fire truck.  “The “real” heroes had arrived and your son perked up,” he said.  He said he thought they needed to pain the ambulances red. :)

They loaded up our sweet little boy as our family and friends stood by and watched.  They informed us they would be taking him to the trauma unit and led me to the front where I would ride.  Brian would drive behind in our vehicle.  Before we started to move, they administered an IV.  Jordan didn’t flinch, or cry, or say anything.  He was very man like about answering their questions.  They were so amazed at his composure and told me we had an incredible child.  I knew the Lord was in our midst and I said so.  They all agreed.

Things went quickly once we arrived.  Ultrasound to rule out internal bleeding, meeting with a trauma surgeon, xrays of the affected arm, cat scan to rule out a broken back and ribs, meeting with an orthopedic surgeon etc..  It would have been overwhelming, if had not been for the paramedics and hospital staff, who were all so good to us and allowed us to stay with Jordan at all times.

On the way in to the cat scan the nurse got the call that our son has broken his humerus bone, so to move him with caution.  She told us everyone was in awe that he was  so calm and peaceful with a broken humerus!  I thanked the Lord again.  His grace when we need it.

Jordan made fast friends at the hospital.  They even said they would like him to stay the night just because they liked him too much and they didn’t want to let him go.  He told them he wanted to go home to his nice comfy couch. J  The paramedics came back to see him as well, to see about his condition and praise him for being such a good boy. 

Internal bleeding, a broken back and broken ribs were ruled out and we sighed a huge sigh of relief.  We were told a humerus is not an easy bone to break in a child and it is amazing that his back was not broken, since the humerus was broken.

The nature of the break did not require surgery.  It is lined up just right that they are using a brace to keep the arm close to the body for 2 weeks.  As long as the swelling doesn’t affect circulation and nerves, we are told he should be completely healed in 6 weeks time.  He will be seeing a pediatric surgeon for his followups.

On the way home from the hospital Jordan said, “Jesus was with me in that tree.  He was with me when I fell.  He was with me on the ground.  He was with me in the ambulance and hospital.  I never saw him leave me.”  I cried.

This morning my husband heard our oldest son tell Jordan that he loves him.  We are all processing our emotions today, but remain every so grateful for our son’s life today!

Thank you to the many who prayed!