Abraham followed his sister down the unfinished stairs to the basement a couple of weeks ago while his negligent mother was refilling his juice cup. He decided to reenact the Jack ‘n Jill nursery rhyme and took quite a spill, log-rolling down each step with heart pounding thuds. Amazingly, he stopped his descent at the step just above where Arabella was watching in horror, about 1/3 of the way from the bottom. That, I realized later, was a tremendous blessing as the two would have certainly incurred more injuries tumbling together had he not decelerated. After a good 30 minutes of some serious crying, his now swollen lip was no longer bleeding and he was complaining that he “hurt”, pathetically holding up his right paw.
Because I had experienced a broken arm with another toddler, Joseph (who broke his in the church nursery at 15 months of age and was not under my supervision 🙂 ), I erred on the side of caution and dragged him out at 8:30pm for an xray. It definitely pays to have connections.
By the grace of God, it was just a pinky finger that he injured and his wrist was fracture-free. He wore this adorable splint until we received the final xray results. I was relieved and grateful for his protection once again.
Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to learn from his mistake, as he is still quite enamored by stairs. I will continue to pray for angelic covering for him and all of my children and will watch him more closely ;).
All men make mistakes, but only wise men learn from their mistakes.