I know. I just posted about Jude. And I was just thankful for him.
But this is something completely different and totally unexpected.
He gave us quite a scare last night.
You think we’d have learned our lesson by now.
He fell, a long way down, and landed on his face. And his mouth bled like crazy. Thankfully it stopped relatively quickly and he was coherent enough we didn’t think we needed to take him to the emergency room. Where we could all pick up some lovely H1N1 germs, nothankyou.
He seemed fine once we got him home and settled on the couch with an ice pack and Thomas the Train. But once he fell asleep, we worried. Especially overnight. We woke him several times to be sure he was still, well, alive and not suffering from a concussion.
I slept fitfully at best. After all, I did have to wake Chris to get him to go check on Jude.
So many days I take our health for granted. Not today. I am so so thankful he’s okay… and not just okay, but fine.
Even if he does lose his front two teeth.