The Accident

I hate it when Josh gets hurt. It just breaks my heart. I hate it even more when it's my fault!

A few days ago (right after the ice cream at Kohr's), we went to the park at our apartment complex. Josh absolutely loves rocks and insists that on the walk home, we take a trip to the rock pile so he can choose a few rocks to take with him. He always does this. No big deal. It's his thing.

Anyway, we have a very steep set of stairs made of cement and stones on our way into the apartment. I was talking to my friend, Sonya, on the walk home when we reached the steps. I told Joshua that he needed to drop the rocks so he could hold my hand. He started fussing and slipped. He only fell about 1/2 a step, but he hit the back of his head on a sharp stone 3 times (I heard the bumps and I can't get it out of my mind!) on the way down. I immediately picked him up when Sonya said that his head was bleeding. Josh was crying hysterically.

And boy did it bleed. It bleed all over my shirt, his shirt, and when he finally got inside to Ryan--his shirt. I was crying and a complete wreck. I thought that he had a major head injury and was going to have brain damage. Ryan called the Pediatric Emergency at UVa and told them the story. The doctor said that it sounded like we didn't need to come in and noted that if we saw a change in mental status or lethargy, to come in.

Thankfully, Joshua is just fine. It was a big scare, though. I refused to go outside all the next day in fear of another head wound. I am just happy that Heavenly Father watched over and protected our son. We pray for it everyday and that day we had evidence that His tender mercies and love for us are very real. And I am so grateful.