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A Not So Normal Morning

This morning started out like any other. Tousle-headed and in great need of a haircut, Jack shuffled into our room just as I was waking up. I had been hearing Olivia getting ready for a while, but laid there for a little bit, asking for God's guidance this day and relishing the warmth of the blankets. I took Jack's hand and we walked down the steps together to the kitchen and each had a glass of orange juice. From above came the coos and giggles of Therese in her crib. Those are some of the sweetest sounds, by the way. I peeked in her room and saw her sticking her foot out between the slats of the crib. I snuck in and tickled those little toes. She gave me a big grin and I scooped her up and hugged her tight. Back down the steps we went and looked at books while she sat on her potty. No success in that department, I put a nice fresh diaper on her and went to the kitchen again to start breakfast. Anna wandered in about this time. After I got them all fed, I sat down to check my e-mail.

The normal squeals and laughter of morning play were in the background. I took a sip of coffee. Then I heard many things falling. Jack cried out, "Oh Mama, I hurt my head!" I walked into the foyer to survey the scene. He had been wiping the "fog" off the storm door and had gotten as high as he could reach. Wanting to reach higher, he pulled over his Tonka dump truck and stood in it. It did not stand still and he fell back on his head on the marble floor. I gave him an ice pack and he seemed fine. Thirty minutes had passed when he came to me and said his eyes hurt. Slightly concerned, I looked at his eyes and one pupil seemed a little larger. I called a neighbor to see if she could watch the other children and got them dressed all the while praying under my breath. We drove to the ER and before I could even get us signed in, Jack started vomiting. Overly concerned, I prayed even more fervently as I sat there, holding Jack and stroking his hair and comforting him. A CT scan revealed that there were no fractures, bleeding, or swelling, praise the Lord.

We are home now, nursing a concussion, resting and not standing on anything that has wheels.
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  1. JenniferDecember 13, 2011 at 1:51 PM

    Oh Jenny. How scary! Head injuries always scare me. Okay, I lie, anytime the kids get hurt I am scared. Thank God Jack is okay. Tell him next time he wants to stand on a truck with big wheels to put the emergency brake on first and block the wheels so it can't go anywhere. :-) I am so happy he is okay. Out of curiousity - how are you? ;-) Have a cup of tea, and try to breathe normal. He is okay!

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  2. Maggie @ From the HeartDecember 13, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Oh my! How scary! I'm glad that he is OK!

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  3. midwestmom3December 13, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    So sorry about your morning. So glad your Jack is feeling better. So happy everything turned out ok. We will pray here for all of you.

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  4. Jamie JoDecember 13, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    Oh, my gosh, thank God he's ok. What a day!!!

    So happy that in the end everything is ok, extra prayers for the mama though!!!

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  5. BarbaraDecember 14, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    I am sorry you had to go through that, Jenny. I hope you and Jack have both recovered!

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  6. ElisaDecember 14, 2011 at 3:22 PM

    Oh goodness!! Scary! Hope he feels better soon.

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  7. AnonymousDecember 19, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    A normal day in the life around here with 4 boys. It's a never ending partnership with the ER. Glad he's okay! Kris

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