Today we went to Children's Hospital to have Dennis' stitches removed. It did not go well. He has a very hard scab on the stitches and Dennis screamed while the nurse gently rubbed peroxide on the crusted over sutures so that the stitches could be cut out and removed. I was helping to hold Dennis down and was doing all that I could to comfort my little guy, but nothing helped. Finally, the nurse excused himself to get the tweezers and special scissors. When he came back, he suggested we move to a room across the hall in another wing where they were not seeing patients today. He didn't want to scare the other patients.
It took me and another nurse to hold Dennis down while the other nurse tried to remove the stitches. Five minutes and bleeding sutures later, the nurse said that Dennis would need to be sedated at another time in order for the stitches to come out.
Fine with me.
On the way out of the hospital we got quite a few stares. Not unusual, but more than usual.
At Costco, I had a few people "coincidentally" follow us, and one discreetly decided they needed to check their phone messages with the shutter directed at Dennis as if they were taking a picture.
Unbelievable, but true.
One older lady passed by us, stopped and backed up her cart and asked if she could touch Dennis. "Such a special boy."
Another woman asked if he was bitten by a dog.
Yet another woman asked if he was in a car accident. "No, he was born that way. It was a complication in the womb." She looked down at my stomach with a look I can't quite explain and I didn't even bother saying that he didn't come from my own flesh and blood. He might as well have..... I have so much love for this little guy.
Admittedly, I was a little overwhelmed by the tactless curiosity---- maybe I just wasn't in the mood.
When we got up to the check out, I noticed that the bagger had a big purple like tumor on the one side of his upper lip that stuck out considerably. Big whoop---- no big deal at least to me.
Jonny joined me at my side as I was paying for our stuff and he engaged the man in idle chit-chat. Then Jonny looked up and saw the man's lip.
"Hey mister, what happened to your lip?"
I was a little embarrassed and tried to explain, the man nicely answered Jonny seemingly unannoyed.
The man and I exchanged glances as we left and he smiled at me.
Little does that man know, but he ministered to me today. I should be more compassionate to those who aren't used to being around children that look like Dennis. I should be more patient and take time to address the stares and teach in an encouraging way instead of thinking they are the problem. If I am not more open to talking about my son's special needs, how should I expect other people to be more compassionate towards my son?
Maybe that man does know that he ministered to me today.