Yesterday my 15-month-old granddaughter had her first booboo that was serious enough to have to go to the emergency room. Her parents are always remarking about how she keeps climbing on stuff. (Her mother blames it on her dad because he was a climber.) It was inevitable she would fall one day. Well she was climbing around on one of her chairs, fell, and hit her head on the leg of another chair and cut her forehead. After her mama got her cleaned up she was afraid it might be deep enough to require stitches, so she took her to the ER. They ended up gluing it shut. Before they could leave the hospital she was up and at it again, laughing and carrying on.
Her dad, on the other hand, was out of town working and it was a difficult time for him. We've all been there.......you can't see the injury, but they tell you it is not bad, but you want to see it for yourself; you know everything will be ok by the time you could drive back home; and you couldn't get there fast enough anyway. I felt for him.
This is just one of the things "life is made of". Everyone survived, even Drwannie, who is 12 hours away. I thank the Lord that it wasn't serious.
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