our first er visit...

screaming as he was "burritoed" into the papoose...

after... look at his band-aid.

i just took him upstairs and rocked him to sleep. i sat there, watching my sleeping baby, replaying the morning. thinking about all the things that could have been. not in a morbid way, but a thankful way. thinking about the timing and seeing God's hand in it all.

a few weeks ago, i had to take nora to the urgent care, and i knew where to go so our insurance would cover it. (ironically, my mom didn't even know that er/urgent care existed!!!) my mom was literally walking out the door, so she was able to stay and drive me. thirty seconds later and i would have been on my own. i watched the whole thing happen. jamey running towards me, hitting his chin. i knew there would be blood, just a matter of where.

also, my mom was supposed to be gone for the whole day. yesterday, she decided she couldn't go. so, she was home. and we had driven my brother to work this morning, so there was a car home. with both car seats (that doesn't always happen around here!!).

i was wearing a red t-shirt, so blood stains didn't matter. jamey was wearing a stained white shirt. (i know, but it's the little things...)

the bleeding stopped by the time we got to the er. i have a wonderful phone that entertained my children for the two hours while we waited to be seen. and someone put "veggie tales" on youtube, so my kids were so happy! (i did realize i need good suggestions about kids apps on the droid. there are so many great ones for iphones....)

it was only a cut on the chin. there was no concussion, there was no major injury, no broken bones, etc. just a tiny, one inch cut on his chin. four stitches. a matching scar to daddy's. but daddy had gravel in his that they had to dig out. we had no gravel.

i held that baby boy, so thankful that he was alive and well. that he was the happiest kid on the block once they were finished. he thought going into the papoose was so cool. he was laughing, then realized he wasn't able to move or get out. and it took them FOREVER to get set up. then, they covered his face and eyes with the sterile drape. at one time, it sounded like he was gasping for air as the nurse held his chin still. i asked if we could move the drape a bit, and jamey could look at me. then, his screaming took a new turn... "i'm a good boy, mommy. i'm a good boy". oh, break a mother's heart. of course you are a good boy, my sweet angel. you aren't being punished!!! then he almost passed out from crying. but the second they were done, fortuitously, my mom walked in, the hero! he jumped in her arms and was laughing and talking. and, he has a big band-aid on his chin.

for those of you who saw the fb message, thanks for praying! it was comforting to know people were praying for us!!