yesterday evening my niece was racing her little brother to the front door of my mom’s house. He got there first, with her coming up fast behind him. She didn’t stop until AFTER she put her hand through the glass window on the front of the door.
Fortunately, my sister-in-law lives right around the corner and she was able to take my niece to the ER in the same hospital where my sister (my niece’s mom) works. (Just in case you don’t remember, the kids stay with my mom when their mom is at work, and my mom doesn’t drive …)
Krista was a real trooper. She ended up with 20 stitches (5 internal, 15 external). Angie (my sister) said the only time she got really upset was when they gave her a shot of lidocaine. I’ve been told it’s a very painful injection to receive. When it was all said and done, Krista got to hang out in one of the empty hospital rooms on my sister’s unit until she finished her shift and then they went home. She made sure that her little brother knew that she didn’t blame him and that she loved him. (He had some goofy notion that it was his fault …)
We are just giving God the glory because if she’d hit that glass a little differently, it could have sliced open an artery and she could have died. Thank you, Lord, for watching over us even when we don’t realize it.