Miracles Do Happen

Tonight I was teaching a voice lesson when Jillise came RUNNING downstairs hysterically screaming. Jaren had fallen out of the window. The second story toyroom window. The window that I have been nervous about ever since he has been big enough to climb on things. I guess he was standing on something and leaning on the screen and it gave way and he went with it.

I went tearing out the door, trying to prepare myself for what I might see. What I saw was Jaren pushing himself up on his arms, crying that he was poopy. I scooped him up and brought him inside where I could look him over for broken bones or bleeding. He could move all his fingers and toes, he was talking, there was no blood. Brian was home teaching and could not be reached ANYWHERE. (Tomorrow he is having his phone surgically adhered to his hip.) I called his companions wife, who sent over her mother in law, who is a nurse. She did a quick exam, then suggested that we go to the ER just to be safe, but that everything looked good in her opinion. Jaren was in a bit of shock. He was really shaky and couldn't stand up. My voice students mom came over and volunteered to ride to the ER with me to keep Jaren awake. Her daughter stayed with my girls (poor Jillise was in hysterics still). I said a prayer with the girls and with Jaren that everything would be okay. Our home teacher lives around the corner, so he came over and gave Jaren a blessing. He blessed him that all would be well physically and that there would be no lasting emotional or bodily trauma.

We got to the ER and got taken right back to a room. Jaren was more awake by now and was talking and moving around. He was able to walk for the doctor. They pushed and prodded and rubs and looked. He didn't even have a SCRATCH on him. Literally. No broken skin. The doctor ordered a CAT scan to be safe. Jaren was SO good during the scan. He stayed still and we sang Popcorn Popping. The doctor said he gets the best kid of the year award. The scan came back normal and we are back home -- three hours after it all started.

I went back to the side of the house to get a better look. He landed on dirt. It has been raining, so the dirt was very soft. Six inches away from where he landed is a retaining wall made of railroad ties. Six inches to the right is the metal air conditioning unit. He landed in just the right way, in just the right place that everything is fine. He is safe. He is upstairs reading books with Brian (who I'm sure was very shocked to come home to find my voice student and the neighbor sitting on the couch, with hysterical girls, no son, and no wife).

I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who watches out for us. Who not only protected my son, but placed people around me who could help when I was too panicked to know what to do. For a home teacher who was home and worthy to come give him a blessing at the drop of a hat when my husband could not be reached. I know I am blessed. My brain keeps going over what COULD have been and I just want to throw up. I still just might.

Hug your little ones tonight. You never know what could happen in the blink of an eye.