The Absolute WORST day of my life!!!

My brave little man!

Yesterday, after a lovely morning tea at one of my mum's groups Asher was running along about to come inside when he tripped and we heard a huge THUD!  I saw him do it, I heard him do it and I raced to grab him and save my baby as soon as I heard the scream.  As I picked him up I knew there would be blood and all I could say when I saw it was "Call the ambulance!" Which thankfully my friend Tracey did.  Then along came my other friend Zoe with a towel to put on Asher's forehead.  She lifted it slightly and all I could do was gasp - very loudly.  I thought my legs would turn to jelly.  I was quickly ushered to a seat where I could hold my screaming boy and all I could do was calm him, talk to him and pray. 

A hole in your son's head is not something you ever want, like I need to tell anyone that.  However, I am very thankful to God that it wasn't his whole face, as he did have a scratch that went from the 1 inch wound all the way across his nose and to his opposite cheek. 

Somehow I managed to keep it all together all day, although when my hubby arrived I almost lost it, but as Asher was sitting on my lap I didn't.  I sat through the entire minor operation where he was heavily sedated and I held his hand and watched most of the 3 layers (yes layers) of stitches that were put in his head.  I assured him he was ok and even when he smiled at me as he was gaining consciousness and told me I had two heads I just smiled back and kept asking when I just had one again.  Even when they got him to walk around after to see if the drugs had worn off and I had to watch and catch him as he stumbled on his first attempt I kept it together.

We watched the Sesame Street movie and other odd tv shows and ate cheese sandwiches before we could head home.  I was driven the whole way home thankfully, as I don't think I could have driven.  Then spent some lovely time with friends and only had a little freak out when Asher pulled off every steristrip and bandaid over his stitches and I reapplied new ones. 

But, before heading in to sleep on his floor for the night to make sure he didn't pull anymore bandages off, my darling hubby asked how I was going.  Well, it was then that I unravelled the tears I had been so holding back all day.  The flood was huge.  As we talked about the day, we decided that the worst part of it all was when the doctor went through the obligatory risks of surgery. When he came to the part about the fact that any surgery has the risk of death, that is when my prayer level was upped a million times.  All I could do was just beg God to not let this happen.  After the last year and a bit, the thought of losing Asher was the last thing either of us could handle. 

Praise God, truly that he is a God who saves and Asher will have a great scar to be able to tell the story of the day God saved him.

PS - My heart was warmed today when we were getting into the car and I asked Ash what music he wanted to listen to.  He said "Dupergick!"  After a second I said "Oh, Superchick!" which he said yes to and then told me he wanted the one "You know mummy, rock a got, rock a got!"

Ahh yes, mummy's favorites, Superchick singing Rock What You Got!  Its now on repeat and he likes to pretend he knows all the words and sing REALLY loud!

I love God!