the day after
a sleepless night because the whirling helicopters filled my mind with worries
the day after
my worries were confirmed--the predator was in Karate Man's house, some doors down
the day after
a visit to the walk-in clinic, just to make sure Carter's newly acquired wound was okay
the day after
the Dr. sent us to the ER for x-rays, drugs and monitoring of the swelling
the day after
we leave the ER, passing a room with an infant who's just been resuscitated, his worried mom's eyes catch mine for a sad moment
the day after
we're told that everything's okay, prescriptions are filled, the pantry is stocked with applesauce the freezer with popsicles
the day after,
the PJ's stay on till noon, as does the TV
the Providence of God is praised
sighs of relief are had
emotions let down and try to settle
embraces and snuggles and too many squeezes fill our home
the day after.
What happened??
ReplyDeleteCarter was playing with a toy, stuck it in his mouth and it gashed the back of his throat, close to his right tonsil. He's doing really well now! Thanks for asking. :-)
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