Yesterday

Yesterday Braeden and I had a great day.  A friend called me and asked us to come over for a lunch playgroup with the kids.  Braeden was so excited to play with his friends.  While we were there we ate lunch, and then it was just warm enough to go outside and let the kids play for about an hour.  All the kids loved it.  When we got home Braeden and I had a nap because it was pretty late in the afternoon. When we woke up, I needed to go to Walmart for some things.  So we packed things up and went out to Ben's truck.  On the way out, Braeden was walking to the truck.  He stepped wrong on the grass and cement and feel and hit his head on the truck rim of the tire.  He cried really hard and immediately had a HUGE goose egg.  Braed cried all the way to Walmart and seemed fine when we were walking into the store.  Halfway around wally world Braeden started freaking out and I kept getting SO frustrated at him because he wouldn't stop crying.  I thought he wanted a toy or something that I didn't get.  When we got home, Braeden was really needy and he just wasn't himself.  While I was making dinner, Braeden came up to me and asked to get into the bath.  I put him in there, and he seemed to he having a blast.  When I was washing his hair, he just started crying hysterically.  It was then that I remembered he had hit his head.  I felt so bad for being so frustrated with him.  After I got him out of his bath, he started shaking and wasn't doing so great.  When we put him into bed, he was shaking and had a fever.  I gave him some Tylenol and Ben checked his temperature.  It was 100 degrees with the Tylenol.  I was so worried about my little boy.  I woke up halfway though the night and his Tylenol seemed to still be working because he was sleeping soundly and wasn't warm.  When he woke up about 7 (that has been only the last few days...usually it is 5) he was warm again and he wasn't himself at all.  So I cuddled with him in my bed for another half hour.  He was so warm.  I gave him some more medicine and just cuddled him all morning.  It seems that he is feeling a little better now, and that he isn't so warm...but he is still not himself. I have been watching him all day to see if his fever got any worse or he was throwing up, but he seems to be playing now and that makes me relived.

My point of this story, is how much we worry about our kids.  I was a wreck when he fell, and even more of a wreck when he wasn't doing so well through the night.  When something is wrong with the kids, we cannot sleep ourselves.  I just so helpless because I had no idea if his head was okay or not, or what was going on.  I hate when Braeden is sick anytime.  I just feel so bad for his little body and his little cheeks that get so hot, and he just seems miserable.  I can only imagine how Heavenly Father feels for us...when we are sick, or struggling, or just miserable.  He is just incredible because there are so many people in the world, yet He knows what each one of us is going through and how we are feeling.  He is there to help us.  The love we have for our children is magnified 10 fold in Heavenly Father's love for us.  I am thankful for His unconditional love for His children. This didn't quite come out exactly how I wanted it, but something came out anyways :)