My boy's best scar!

Well, last night, K was getting her bath and I was doing some other things and B was...well, using the restroom. K got done with her bath and went to her room to get ready for bed. B finished...and began to get ready for a bath, when suddenly I hear him fall and hit the wall. I heard him start crying (screaming) right away and run to find Mom. Now, I immediately react to find him and tell him to come to me. I know that because of the way I heard him hit and the reaction he had to it, I expected this to be a bad fall. I had no idea! He came around the corner and there was so much blood, I expected his head to be gashed wide open. I started yelling for J to come to the bathroom while I immediately grabbed some wipes to put on the wound. Because there was so much blood, I had no idea where it was coming from, only the area. When he came around the corner holding his head, blood was in his hair, down his face, in his hands, etc. and he was frantic. Needless to say I probably scared him because I freaked out too. (It has always been like me to sympathize for children more when they are hurt or otherwise, but when it is your child, you feel like you have just been rendered paralyzed.) It only took us about 5 minutes to get the bleeding to stop to see the 1/2 inch gash in his forehead. He kept telling us how bad his head hurt and all I could think of was to switch places with him. I took him to the ER for the obvious reasons. It was a pretty good wound and expected to need stitches. By the time we got to the ER he was starting to feel a little better and his mood was improving. Now, I had said to someone "When I get to the hospital, unless someone is dying in front of me, I expect to go back quickly." I think we only waited in the lobby for about 2 minutes. The best ER service I've ever experienced. We got back to see the doctor and the Physicians Assistant who helped us, was none other than one of our T.S.'s outstanding volunteers. She recognized me and was very, very good to B. Well, the Dr. came in and asked all the head questions you could think of, (did he lose conciousness, did he vomit, etc.) all to which I replied no. He handled it very well! I kept asking him how many fingers I was holding up and asking him if he was awake and keeping his eyes open, etc. (BTW, with any head collision, you hear about not going to sleep, well, considering this happened at 8:15pm and he was only 30 minutes from bedtime, this was easier said than done!) When the Dr. came in, he decided against stitches in favor of "Dermabond." This is a flesh glue (for lack of a better term!) which wears off after about 10-14 days. Now, imagine the wound and the PA squeezing it together while the Dr. applied the glue. B was not a happy camper. This of course made his head hurt worse. They brought in some Children's Tylenol and he was afraid of it because of the Dentist visit I wrote about because of the taste in the medicine which made him sick. We finally took the medicine and he was ready to come home. I could tell when he started feeling better because everytime someone would walk by our room, he would ask, "when are we going home?" He is fine today and will be okay with a good scar to show for it. My boy is tough!

Ok, Ok, Ok...

The other week I picked on a friend of mine for not posting and you know what, it came back to bite me. I got called out by another friend of mine and I deserve it. Simply put, I have been a little lazy and really not had much to write about. We got back from Officers' Councils last week which was the best one I have attended yet. Our new DC is passionate about serving and that is a breath of fresh air. So, not much to say on that but, here is another post of more significance...

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Thoughts on 9/11

The other day, my dad asked me if I remember what I was doing on 9/11/01. I have always heard stories of how people can recall where they were at, what they were doing in 1941 when Pearl Harbor was attacked. I now know the feeling. I remember as if it were yesterday! I think I still feel the same today as I did that day. Anger, fear, horror, sorrow, confusion, etc. How are we supposed to feel when we see something happening which is obviously an act of evil, innocent people are dying, and we can't do anything about it? Now I do understand, all of the people who died weren't perfect people. Probably some were bad people according to society's standards but, they didn't deserve to have their lives taken that way. I watched on Sunday and Monday night the ABC special "The Path to 9/11." I was facinated as I watched that this was real. It almost seemed like it was your typical movie but I kept having to remind myself, this really happened! As I watched the President speak last night I couldn't help but think, if there is anyone who doesn't want to get those responsible for these acts, if there is anyone who opposes what our troops are doing, how can you call it anything other than disrespecting those who died. I don't want this to be mistaken for a political statement. I don't care who our President is, if we cannot support what he feels is the path to get those responsible for these actions, we are standing over the graves of those who died and ignoring their sacrifice. In the days after 9/11 many Christians leaders were asked on national television, how could God let this happen? I kept thinking had I been asked this question, I would have asked, how does God let you go and drink during happy hour? How does God let you curse His name? How does God let sleep in on Sunday mornings? God didn't "let" this happen by those means. This event has been thousands of years in the making. The moment Adam and Eve chose to disobey God, we were doomed for these types of actions. The only hope we have is not some military action, but personal action. We must be a people who set out to change peoples' lives. To show them who God is and how He wants us to live. This will go along way in helping to prevent these types of actions. Imagine if someone else had gotten to the terrorists before their 'leader' did! What the world might look like to today. Random thoughts...Blessings!