Monday, December 9, 2013

In Threes

It comes in threes.  That's what I've heard numerous people tell me during the times our family has seemed to have a run of bad luck.  And that's just what has happened the past few weeks.

1.  Car accident.  I wrecked our van, really wrecked it, as in it was totaled.  I'm pretty certain the woman's vehicle I hit was totaled as well.

2.  Burglary. Someone broke into the house we are building and ripped out all our electrical wiring.
 
3.  Medical scare.  I had to rush Palmer the ER late at night with a substantial skin infection and high fever.  And soon after, he also had an irregular mole diagnosed and removed leaving a large gash and stiches in the side of his head.
 
 
 
At the time, each of these situations was quite upsetting, and in two of the cases scary.
 
With the car accident, I was so upset with myself.  It was my fault; I didn't see the light turn red and I drove through an intersection.  I was so upset that my mistake was going to cost us money when we were already tight as it was trying to save up for the down payment on our house.  My neck and my chest were hurt during the accident.
 
We noticed the theft of the wiring after we had already spent the previous hour carrying in almost 2,000 lbs. of flooring supplies that needed to be in a heated home for 24 hours before installation.  Of course, the heat was no longer running, and now that we knew our home had been targeted, we were worried about leaving thousands of dollars worth of supplies we had paid for out of our own pockets to be stolen.  The walls inside the house had already been put up, mudded and painted.  We had no idea how the electrician would rewire everything without having to take down walls and do major repair work.  And we were upset about how long all the work would set back our move in date.
 
Palmer had broken out in bumps all over his body, and those bumps were getting infected.  They hurt him a lot and once we'd finally get one cleared up, another one would get infected.  He had an infection on his knee that was getting really large and sore.  We had an appointment with a dermatologist, but we weren't able to be seen for a couple months out.  When Palmer came down with a fever, I got really worried.  He was shaking like a leaf.  He was lethargic.  He was too sleepy to function.  (Of course once he got into the hospital bed, he perked right up, as you can see in the picture.)  At the hospital he had to get blood work down, an IV and X-rays.  While the ER doctor was looking over his body he noticed an odd mole on Palmer's head.  The mole had been a concern of mine before, but our pediatrician said not to worry about it.  The ER doctor said he should definitely see a specialist about it.
 
After the initial distress of these trials passed, I realized just how blessed we were.  I was hurt in the accident, but not severely.  My chest was bruised and the seat belt burned my neck.  I couldn't lift my arms up the two days prior and I could lift weight for about a week after (a great difficulty with twin babies!)  But I healed quickly, and the more I thought about it, and the more Greg thought about it, we were so grateful that I wasn't severely injured and that the other woman wasn't injured or worse, killed.  I don't think I would ever been able to forgive myself!  Moreover, I'm so grateful the kids weren't with me!  Nancy happened to stay home sick that day and offered to watch the kids while I ran an errand.  And as for our financial situation, it didn't set us back that much.  We got more than we originally thought for our totaled van and we found a new van quickly for less than we were willing to spend.
 
The house rewiring went very well.  It was done quickly, effectively and is hardly noticeable.  In the end, the theft only set us back a few days, and we didn't have to move all our supplied because they were able to install them shortly after.
 
Palmer's bumps ended up being a simple case of molluscum contagiosum.  It was treated fairly easily by the dermatologist.  The infection he got in his knee was contracted probably at school and cleared up quickly with antibiotics.  The bumps were annoying and the ER visit was alarming, but both lead us to an appointment with a skin specialist who was able to look at Palmer's mole, take a sample, and determine that it was a something that was a detriment to his health.  The mole removal was pretty intense, way more than I was prepared for: a lot of shots, a lot of cauterizing and a lot of stitches.  However, Palmer wasn't upset by the procedure, and the diagnosis and surgery will prevent that mole from possibly giving him skin cancer in the future.
 
A few friends have mentioned to us what a difficult time our family has been having.  And yes, we could view these trials in that manner.  But honestly, we haven't felt that way.  After the shock wore off, the blessings came to our minds and hearts.  We are so grateful for a Heavenly Father who watches over us, and even gives us trials to help us learn and appreciate his tender mercies.

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