Oh Snap...

There are certain things you learn about your kids as life throws you it's curve balls.  We've learned that Kaelster, our bruiser, our little horsepower extraordinaire - is, well, built like a tank.  But turns out, big man is human.  Super human.  But human nonetheless.

Remember I showed you a picture of Big K's latest black eye?  Well, we went to Kael's three-year-old well appointment and almost in passing I remembered about the lingering bump between his nose and his brow and asked our Pediatrician to take a little looksie.

The doc was impressed.  In fact, I think his actual words were, "Wow, that is impressive."

Fast forward to Friday when Ry and I sat in the hospital with Kael waiting for sedation to kick in (which took THREE doses) for our little man to be drowsy enough for a CT scan so we could see exactly what our little linebacker had done during his most recent playground bonk.  And what did we learn after the longest weekend of our lives?  That Big K, despite all the specialists' early prognoses, had a hematoma beneath the meeting point of his supra orbital bone and his para nasal bone but not a single break in sight. In a month or so, our little Superman will be good as new.

Do you know there is nothing that makes this mama as nervous or nail-bitingingly maniacal as the threat of injury or pain to one of my babies?  I was a wreck.  I did not want Kaelster to have to go through any procedure any time soon and to sum up my life's wish... I want he and his brothers to buy an island and live happily there (injury free) until they are dirty old men.  Is that too much to ask? 

But on the realistic side of town... you will not find a more grateful mama.  Grateful for talented health professionals that watch over our little football team and identify possible risks and realistic solutions.  Grateful for a loving family that sent prayers up to the Heavens in bulk on Kael's behalf.  Grateful for a hubster that could call upon the Power of God to bless our little man through a Father's Blessing.  And mostly... grateful that our little fearless leader of the "brovers" or brothers continues to be tough as nails.  Atta boy! 

And atta boy, Acers... way to ride before you walk.  

Fetch, this is not the last time we'll visit the hospital with one of our little men.... 

It's sobering to be reminded that life can change just like that.  But it is a necessary cycle I suppose.  It ensures that on occasion we buy an ice cream cone and walk to the park in our boots and notice how purty the sky is, just because we can. 

 Bwu.  The sky was bwu. 

And happy.  My face was oh so happy!