Primary Talk - I am Thankful for my Body

I am Thankful for My Body - I know it is a Temple

God is the father of our spirits. He created our spirits and sent us to earth to receive a body. I am thankful for my body.

I recently learned a hard lesson. In September I had a motorcycle accident and had a compound fracture of my finger. My bone was even sticking out. I had to go to the hospital to have it fixed.  That’s when I learned my lesson.  

I no longer could do the things that used to be easy for me. I couldn’t play sports.  I couldn’t get dressed by myself.  I needed help all the time.    

One day when I was really sad and frustrated,  I told my mom that I wish I had never gotten on that motorcycle and broken my finger. Even though my finger is just a small part of my body, it made a big difference on the things I could do.  I realized how thankful I am for my body and want to keep it strong, healthy, and safe.

Some of you may have a toy or doll or stuffed animal that you have had for a long time that means a lot to you.  Imagine how you would feel if someone took that special thing and broke it or treated it without respect.  

I think that is how Heavenly Father feels when we don’t take care of our bodies.  Each of us are children of a Heavenly Father who loves us. Our bodies are a gift from Him.  In the scriptures they are sometimes called a “temple”, which means they are special to Him and He wants us to take care of them and treat them with respect.  

I hope we will all realize how important our bodies are and be thankful for them and most of all, treat them with respect. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Hand Update

Hayden had a doctor's appointment to check his fingers.

as gross as his hand looks... 

it is all healed... 

Yikes!!

Now he just has to wait for the fingernail to fall off and a new one to grow in... 

Pack Meeting

Pack Meeting

Hayden earned:

Bicycle Belt Loop

Video Games Belt Loop

Hayden's Den did the Flag Ceremony

Unwrapping my Hand

Going to Dr. Angela Wong's office to get the green wrap taken off.

Wasn't as easy as I expected.

I had to take deep breaths and finally just put my head down.

Then it was off to Xray

I had to soak my fingers to get all the bandages off.

All uncovered and heading.

I wasn't feeling very good... It hurt.

New Splints!!

A Lesson Learned

Where to begin???

Me: "I don't want to go with you to Mackay's scrimmage tonight.
I want to stay and play with Oliver."

Mom: "Okay.  Kenz is home if you need anything."

As Mom was pulling out of the garage she caught me breaking the rules 

and getting on Oliver's Dirt Bike.

Mom: "Hayden!  You know the rules.  I'll take your Ipod."

Me: "Sorry Mom."

Mom wasn't here to see me so I put on Oliver's helmet and got on the Dirt Bike
- driving it myself.

I knew I was going to fast.
As I tried to turn the corner at the bottom of the hill I started to crash into a brick mailbox.
I'm my mind I said a swear word that starts with "S".

Seeing that both mom and dad's phones were ringing at the same time
with callers from the same family, Mom knew I was hurt.

Mom: "Do I have an injured child?"

Kristin M.: "Yep."

Mom: "How bad?"

Kristin: "He has bones sticking out."

Mom: "Have Kenz get him and meet me at the Fresh Market parking lot."

Mom DID say the "S" word out loud then cried.

Scott, Kristin, Mike J (a neighbor & pediatrician), and a bunch of others helped me.
They calmed me down & put paper towels around my hand.
They told me everyone would love me after this.
Mike told my dad to tell my mom to take me to Primary Children's Hospital.

Kenz drove me to my mom.
We all got into my mom's car and drove to the hospital.

Me: "I'm sorry Mom.  I'm so stupid."

Mom: "It's okay buddy.  Can you stay awake for me until we get to the hospital?"

Me: "Yes, but I don't want to talk."

A LOT OF PAIN & A LOT OF FEAR!  

Kenzie said a prayer and my mom sang primary songs all the way to the hospital.

waiting in the waiting room.

My aunts Jenn & Manda came and my Grandpa Earl.

They rewrapped my fingers and gave me some pain medicine up my nose.

I wasn't so scared anymore.

Then it was time for Xrays.

My dad arrived.  

He was stressed out because he thought he had lost his wallet. 

The first doctor came and saw my hand.

She said we had to have an orthopedic surgeon come look at it because of the damage.

Damage: 

compound fracture of right index finger.

tip of bone split and was out of the skin.

Degloved index finger and pinky

Lacerations to leg, fingers, and hand

Treatment:

remove index finger nail.

try to lay bone back inside and stitch down

stitch skin back into place and stitch fingernail back in place.

pack 2 middle fingers.

stitch skin on pinky back and place a new metal nail.

Clean up lacerations on legs.

Hearing what they were going to do, I started to cry.
I wanted to be put to sleep.
My parents were glad that they were going to try to fix me in the ER instead of OR
but I still wanted to go to sleep.
My mom asked the doctors and they said yes.
They started an IV in my other hand.
I cried a little but was brave since my mom was singing to me again.

I woke up during the surgery. 

 I needed to go to the bathroom.  

I don't remember it all very well but my dad helped me go to the bathroom 

all while to surgeon was fixing my hand. 

 I was embarrassed and worried all the doctors saw my private parts.  

(Mom's note: there were 5 doctors working on him 

and he kept them all laughing... that's for sure.)

Waking up and feeling sick.

Waiting for the antibiotic to finish in my IV.

All fixed and ready to go home.

We left the hospital at 2 am.
My mom and dad stopped to get me my medicines at Walgreens.
I thought I was going to barf in the parking lot but my mom helped me.

I cried most of the night because my hand hurt.
I kept crying and asking my mom, 

"Why did I ever try to drive that motorcycle?  

Why did I have to crash?"

My stitches will come out on September 18th.
I missed school on Thursday and Friday.

I laid around both days.
I was scared to bump my hand.
It felt better when it was laying on a pillow with ice.
It's my RIGHT hand so it is making little things very hard to do.

I have learned my lesson, 

I will never ride on a dirt bike again!!

On a side note: my dad found his wallet and when my sister drove my mom's car home at midnight she crashed into our garage freezer and fri

A New Third Grader

Written by Mom:

Hayden is still at Lone Peak Elementary and is a 3rd Grader!!

His teacher is Mrs. Sherman.

He doesn't leave for the bus until 8:13 am.  We got to just sit around for an hour waiting.

He did have me take him to school on the first day.  Not that he was scared... he just wanted it to be different and special.

He is my "Easy Child".  

I never in a million years thought I'd say that.  

He just gets up.  

Gets ready.  

Makes his lunch (if I have forgotten).  

Plays with his toys until it's time to leave.  

E-A-S-Y!!