Mommies never want to get the call their baby is hurt. It is the most gut wrenching feeling and you physically hurt thinking of what their sweet bodies endured. I got a call like that on Friday night. The hubs called and told me Marshall got hit with a baseball bat and would need stitches. Sad, but honestly more inconvenient than anything. A busted chin is a sad injury, but it’s not tragic. Stitches hurt, but it’s a trip to urgent care. Turns out that’s not the kind of injury my sweet Marshall had. A few minutes after the first call, I got a second call.
This call sent panic into my spirit. Marshall got hit in the mouth and his teeth had massive trauma. Some teeth where missing, some were pushed back, some were poking forward. His gums were like hamburger meat.
Marshall is a baseball player through and through. He hit off the tee and ran the bases at 2 years old. He can catch, throw, hit, field, and just looks like a baseball player. Marshall’s favorite thing is being the bat-boy for his cousin’s 8U select team. Daddy, Uncle, and Daddy Pop all coach the team. It’s pretty incredible. He cheers on the boys. He pats their backs as he gets the bats between batters. Marshall gets in the huddles and sits with the team after the game to hear the coaches feedback. Marshall is part of the team.
Friday night was like any other. He and daddy went to a game. Marshall was especially excited that night and was part of the activity in the dugout.
Things can change in an instant.
Marshall went to get a bat. A kid taking a practice swing accidentally hit Marshall. Accidents happen! That’s life! That’s sports! Marshall was attended to, given ice, and sat in the dugout. I got the first call during this time saying Marshall got hit in the face with a bat and needed stitches. Like I said, I was sad, but at this point I was also annoyed. I was out with girlfriends and my night out was cut short. Don’t judge me and think I’m not compassionate, or that I’m selfish, or anything else. I’m just being honest. A busted chin can be easily fixed and that’s all I thought it was.
I started driving toward the field to pick my sweet boy up to get stitches. I started calling some of the baseball moms to see what happened. That’s when I got the second call and I was immediately in hysterics. Marshall took the swing of a metal bat in the teeth. One of the moms is a doctor and had an intuition to check on Marshall. He was acting very calm for the hit he took. She assessed his chin then started looking in his mouth. Bottom teeth looked perfect. She lifted his top lip and saw the damage. She immediately drove Marshall and Wes to Cook Children hospital, called on the way to let them know the situation and check that certain doctors where there with a specialty in his injuries. She left her son’s game to help my son…I’m forever grateful for her selfless action. When they got to the hospital ER they went straight back to a room…no waiting in the overcrowded ER waiting room.
I was a few miles behind calling friends who could calm me down. Seeing my boy injured was more than I thought I could do. Fevers, tummy aches, bumps, bruises, bug bites, those are my thing. This trauma was terrifying. I was told he looked banged up but not bad unless you looked in his mouth…so I told myself, just don’t look.
Parking the car and getting to the room to see Marshall was the most scared I’ve ever been.
I saw my boy propped up on a hospital bed. He was holding gauze on his chin. He looked hurt and it broke my heart, but he was ok. I relaxed a tiny bit. The ER doctor came and looked at his mouth and started rattling off all the injuries inside. I never looked. Marshall answered every question politely.
“Are you hurting?”
“Can we get you anything?”
“No, thank you.”
He never winced. Never cried. Followed instruction. Didn’t get upset hearing about missing teeth or seeing blood on the gauze. He was the strongest I’d ever seen him be. God made him with an inner strength and confidence even greater than mine. Pardon my saying this, but he was a bad ass.
The hospital stay progressed. Marshall was the definition of strength. They did a CT scan and a specialist came from home just to look at Marshall’s mouth. We watched Frozen and hung out. The baseball team saw a picture of Marshall in the hospital bed holding a team baseball and came back from behind and almost won! We saw family and friends and passed the time late into the night. At 2 AM he finally crashed. The only time he cried was when he found out we weren’t meeting the team at Buffalo Wild Wings and that we had to spend the night in the hospital. We got to our room, he suffered through a semi-cold bath, and showed his first sign of pain. Warm, in his bed, with pain meds and he slept perfectly.
6:20 AM we woke up to take Marshall down for surgery. They wheeled him out in his hospital bed. He was asleep. They told us about anesthesia and the surgery details. He was asleep. They gave him meds to help soothe him in transport to surgery. He was asleep. Do you feel God’s hand in all of this yet??? Do you feel the layers of protection he had over Marshall, Wes, and me? We didn’t have to see him scared or worried about surgery. He never felt pain. He was calm and positive the entire time. God is good and he is faithful. I haven’t wondered “why did this happen” or “what did Marshall do to deserve this?” Shtuff happens and it happens to everybody one way or another. God knows Marshall better than I do. He knows what this injury will teach him and what it will teach me and Wes and all the baseball family and Marshall’s classmates and all the hundreds of people who have reached out in prayer and well wishes. God is good…all the time. He knows what’s up. And he loves Marshall more than I do.
The surgery went well. Three teeth were removed. A fracture was reset. Stitches were given. The surgeon who came in specifically for Marshall was our hero.
Back in the room Marshall slept easily. He came out of anesthesia perfectly and woke up asking to go sit by the window. Wes gave him the team ball the entire team signed and his eyes lit up. He drank a smidge of juice out of a syringe and soon after, we were on our way home. Later that day Marshall was playing with his cousin and we had to remind him to take it easy. Amazing.
An inch up or down and Marshall would be in a different kind of recovery. His injuries are cosmetic. His teeth were all baby teeth. He will most likely be toothless for a really long time, but maybe not…and really, who cares!
Marshall is inspiring. He is strong, positive, and sees the good in every situation. He’s excited to show his friends that he’s lost more teeth then they have. It’s all about perspective.
48 hours after the hit and Marshall looks adorable. What a story…with a happy ending.
Here’s Marshall at 2 AM finally asleep.
Then post surgery with the game ball.
And on our way home.