[/caption]The series at our church this month has been "Really?" It's a pretty common phrase right now - and it can mean totally different things. Today I said, "Really?! This can't be happening again!"
This afternoon, Ian and I went into Cayman's room to wake him up from nap. He stayed asleep as we opened the door and as we walked into the room. He woke up when Ian and I climbed in his bed, shocked for a brief second, then a HUGE smile on his face to see "moddy" in his bed! (Sometimes he gets to talking so fast, and calls one of us - or both of us - moddy.) Then Ian started one of their favorite games. Ian snatched Boo out of Cayman's hands and took off running! Ian hid, we searched (and searched) until we finally found him. Then those two crazy kids started chasing each other around the house. I was changing Charis' clothes because we had just made the decision to meet Branden, Kim and their brother, Gavin at the bowling alley. The next thing I know, I hear Cayman fall - he had slipped on a package of wipes that had been left on the floor. I kept waiting and waiting to hear the cry. But he was doing that thing that some kids do -- deep breaths, gearing up for that HUGE loud wail. So I was standing at the foot of our diaper changing bed with Charis, waiting....and waiting...and waiting for the wail. Ian picked Cayman up, and he still had not cried! The next thing I know, Ian is screaming Cayman's name in great distress -- I don't think I have ever heard him that scared....ever. I turn around just in time to see Cayman's eyes closed, his face as pale as a corpse, lips turning blue, as Ian is rushing to get him to the floor. Ian screams to me to call 911. I rush around searching for the phone, hearing my husband screaming my son's name as he lies motionless on the floor. Do you know the thoughts and fears rushing through my brain? The 911 operator answers the phone, and as I'm giving her our address, I notice that Cayman's eyes open - he is staring blankly in space - not quite 100% back with us. She asks my name, the phone number, and by then, THANKFULLY, Cayman is crying in the background. She asks if that's the child crying, and I say yes. He has Boo in his hands, so he calms down quite a bit. She makes sure that Cayman's color is coming back, that he's responsive, getting back to normal. Which he was. She says that the response team is already on the way, but by that time, Cayman is fine. He's not running and jumping, but he's alive. He laid unconscious on the floor for the longest 15 seconds of my life. I NEVER want to experience that again! I mean the fear that ran through my mind during that time was so intense. Later on, after the response team left (they checked Cayman's vitals and made sure nothing was wrong with the foot he favored when he fell) I started thinking about the whole ordeal. The intense fear in Ian's voice. The blankness of Cayman's face. The stress of calling 911 for your unconscious child. The unknown. The thought of life without my sweet Cayman. As horrible as I felt during that time, I thought about how my heavenly Father must have felt as he watched his Son, my sweet Savior die such a horrible, painful, agonizing death. I watched Cayman trip, fall, pass out, and it was the worst moment of my life to date. God watched Jesus be beaten mercilessly, whipped horribly, spat upon, neglected, crucified, die. I know that my God is capable of comforting me when the events of today replay over and over in my head because He has been in my shoes. And the events of His day were far worse than mine were today. So yet again. He is my rock, my comforter, my help, and my provider. I am so thankful for His protection in our lives again.
After the events of our day, we needed a fun outlet. So we went out to Wendy's for a special cold treat...frosties! Cayman rarely gets icecream or cookies or cake. He gets fruit snacks. That's pretty much his sweets. So letting him have a frosty tonight was a big deal. We just wanted to do something extra special with Cayman tonight. I think Ian and I were so overwhelmed with feelings of love for our children tonight - Cayman especially. It was like we couldn't hug him tight enough, we couldn't stop looking at him and smiling at him. I cried as I prayed over him tonight in his bed because I was so thankful that the Lord so richly blessed our lives with our amazing kids. I cannot imagine my life any other way now.
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[/caption][caption id="attachment_94" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="We showed Cayman how to give me a "thumbs up" for the picture. This was the result!"]
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