BLESSED

A few weeks ago, as Rick and I were driving home from dinner, we got the phone call. It's the call that, thankfully, I have never had to experience before, but the one in the back of mind that scares the hell out of me. The dad of the birthday girl called from Nathan's phone, he quickly introduced himself and then told us that Nathan had fallen and had really hurt himself. As Rick sped up suncrest faster than he has ever driven, I was literally sick as I thought of all of the "what ifs".

Nathan was laying under a tree holding a swedish fish bag full of ice over his eye.  I quickly ran over to assess the damage, and as I kneeled  next to him, the tears he had been holding back started rolling down his face.  He couldn't remember anything, he was repeating himself over and over, and his head was killing him.

I often wonder how single parents survive in situations like this.  When I can't think straight, and I'm scared to death, Rick steps in and takes charge and carries us.

We quickly got to the hospital.  They got us right in and checked him out.  He had a couple of fractures in his face, a major concussion, and road rash.  They cleaned him up, wrapped him up, drugged him up, and sent us home with instructions on how to take care of him.

He was in pain, but he was okay.

The next morning as our little family was gathered around his bed, he asked why things like that have to happen, and I couldn't help but wonder why we were so blessed.  With how hard he hit his head, if he would have landed on the front of his face instead of the side, it could have killed him.  If he would have landed on a sprinkler head, or the corner of the cement, it could have killed him.  We were SO blessed.

Two weeks later and Nathan is almost completely healed - he still has a little blood in his eye, but he loves the way it looks!  The headache is gone, the scabs have come off, the swelling is down and Nathan is ready to get back to lacrosse and life as usual.

We are so blessed.