I have one huge thanks today! When we got back from our trip, Michael fell off the back porch steps. Tera and Daniel were screaming, we were at the car getting out luggage. We dropped our stuff and ran to the house. My mother's heart was beating so hard. Michael was laying on the ground and I expected to see blood everywhere. He was crying and JP took over, because I kinda panic, usually.
We brought him inside and he had a goose egg on the back of his head. We put ice on it and called the doctor. We had just gotten home from a 6 hour trip and it was past the kids' bedtimes.
Children's Hospital called us back and the nurse talked JP through the things for us to look for with directions to wake him up in two hours.
We woke him up some time before midnight. I spent those two hours oscillating between worrying, praying, thinking of what could have been, and thanking God it wasn't as bad as it "could have been".
He woke up and knew his name right off. Then, I asked him questions until I was fully satisfied he wasn't disoriented. We gave him some tylenol and put him back to bed. He slept the whole night with no crying or complaining. I set my alarm clock for 3:30 AM and went in to check on him again. He stirred at just me patting his back.
The next morning, he woke up at a normal time and wanted breakfast right away. Michael was talking, singing and telling jokes. Basically, his normal self.
I give thanks for God's protection over my little boy and I'm so glad he is okay. He has been our miracle baby from the beginning. I just hope he doesn't have to remind me so vividly in the future.