Thanks to those who have inquired about Baby K's chin....this morning all that is left to tell the story is a line of bruises across her chin and a scabbed over slit that was the bloody mess last night.
You just never know when something like that is going to happen, do you? One minute she was fine and we were getting ready for her to have a shower (she loves our shower) and the next thing I know - she's screaming and bleeding and we're assessing whether we need to go to the ER. We spent a very restless night and she keeps trying to pull the butterfly from her chin. My hubby wanted me to promise him that something like this wouldn't happen again. Those of you who are parents know this is not realistic.
My husband doesn't do well with blood. When we were dating he tried to warn me about his aversion to blood and I thought that he was exaggerating. I quickly learned differently. The first time that blood was involved - he promptly passed out cold on the floor. He's come a long way in five years and even as far as he has come - not passing out when he sees blood - he still has his moments when he doesn't do so well.
Last night when Baby K had the accident was one of those times. God Bless Him. He's still feeling kind of queasy this morning but he says that he will be OK now that he knows she will be OK. That and the fact that all the blood is cleaned up.
We (the kids and I) are leaving this afternoon for a trip to south Georgia. I've got a long list of things to do, people to see, business deliveries to make, and fun to have. Hopefully there will be no blood.
Along with the update on Baby K, I'd like to share something that has transpired here in the past week. One of my hubby's former student teachers called yesterday - he called last week too. His call was bittersweet. He's a band director at a high school in this state and the Monday before Thanksgiving he attended the funeral of his star trumpet player, a young man whose life was tragically swept away when he died in an automobile accident a few days earlier. This band student was the cream of the crop (all directors have them) and the entire band (along with the entire community) was grieving in a real and public way. The band played at the young man's funeral - and it was understandably rough. The director, parents and students were standing around after the funeral trying to make some sense out of it all and someone came up with the idea that the band should commission a concert work in this young man's memory. One parent in the group said, "Where would we go about having someone write music in the boy's memory?"
The band director knew immediately where to go and who to talk to. That's when he called my hubby and commissioned the original concert work. The plan is to have it ready so that the concert band can perform it at their spring concert.......in memory of this young man who everyone loved. The money for the commission is already in place.
So my hubby is staying home and writing music to tell a story of this young man's life and how much he loved music and how much other people loved (and still do) him. My hubby told me this morning that the melody has already come to him. He said it came to him clearly last night right before he drifted off to sleep. Slam! There it was.
Life is like that - you never know when something is going to come along and knock your socks or rock your world. Even bad things can produce something good and while I'm not bold enough to suggest that we are happy to benefit from this young man's death - I'm humbled at the way that something good can come out of this tragedy and that there are many blessings that are presenting themselves all around us.
I'll try and post from south Georgia if time permits.
Hugs your kids today, tell someone that you love them, live for the moment and seize today - cause you never know when blood and pain will be involved.