Merry Christmas Kate and Josh and we are all happy you got to hold and snuggle the best Christmas gift ever! Praying for you and counting down the days with you until you can bring him home.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Merry Christmas, Jude!
Little Jude spent his first Christmas in a big-boy crib in the NICU being held by his parents, my cousin Josh and his wife Kate. He is slowly weaning off the oxygen and feeding tubes and at 8 weeks, he weighed in at 4 lbs, 7 oz!
Merry Christmas Kate and Josh and we are all happy you got to hold and snuggle the best Christmas gift ever! Praying for you and counting down the days with you until you can bring him home.
Merry Christmas Kate and Josh and we are all happy you got to hold and snuggle the best Christmas gift ever! Praying for you and counting down the days with you until you can bring him home.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas...
... to all, and to all a good night!
Tomorrow morning Jeff goes back to work while the boys and I head to Houston to continue Jesus' Birthday party.
Hope you and yours had a blessed day,
Tomorrow morning Jeff goes back to work while the boys and I head to Houston to continue Jesus' Birthday party.
Hope you and yours had a blessed day,
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I had a feeling...
I had a hunch Davis might not love Santa but I'm not sure what made me think that...
I can't wait to show him these when he's a teenager.
I can't wait to show him these when he's a teenager.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Out of Pocket. Again.
After replacing my cell phone, oh, 17 days ago, I was having trouble getting used to my new one. I have not had a chance to re-enter even a third of the phone numbers from the old one, and am still mourning the pictures I had saved on it. Anyway, in a scramble to leave this morning (I wasn't running late, it's just ALWAYS a scramble these days) I strapped Davis in and had my purse, diaper bag, lunch on ice, soda, keys, bag of Target returns and cell phone on top of the car. I wrestled him in and gathered my things, filling the front seat with all the crap I carry around everywhere I go.
Whenever I am trying to leave the house, I have two options:
1. Strap the baby into the car and then go back in to get everything, leaving the kids unattended in the driveway (remember my garage door doesn't go up - at all.) Totally unsafe.
2. Load the car while Davis races to pull all of the laundry off the couch, pour out the dog bowl and carefully remove his socks, shoes, and pants. Oh, and did I mention every time I go toward the door he is trying to come outside with me and I can't close the door for fear of smashing his fingers?
3. Plan ahead and pack the diaper bag, lunch box and car the night before. Fill sippie cups and snack trap beforehand and have it ready in the fridge. Like I said, two options.
So, the inevitable happened today. Of all days. I gathered my things from the car trunk lid and drove away only to discover an hour later that I had driven off with the cell phone sitting on top of the car. The neighbors Jorge and Ballardo later helped me search the street for it to no avail.
I went on all of my errands anyway, which included my daily chiropractic appointment (during which Jack told the doctor "Mommy sits with a crunched over back and Daddy tells her to sit straight."), a pediatrician appointment (during which Jack was diagnosed with croupe, and after which he spilled hot chocolate down his dress shirt.), a trip to Bass Pro Shops (hence the dress shirts) to see Santa (during which Davis screamed his head off and pooped his pants. Literally.) and an unplanned stop at HEB (to buy diapers since I realized I left the entire diaper bag at the aforementioned pediatrician's office.)
When we checked out we had to pay for (I KID YOU NOT) an empty milk bottle, an empty chocolate milk bottle ("since that's not fair that HE gets milk and not ME") an empty Dr. Pepper bottle, an opened box of Honeycombs, a banana peel, an opened box of Pampers, and opened Baby Wipes. Oh and a sippy cup wrapper.... from the full milk cup in my son's mouth... that had not been washed. "You might be a redneck, IF..."
And, even though I thought of him several times today, I never called Dad to wish him a Happy Birthday. Man, I really hate that.
It is SO hard to recover from these days when my helper doesn't get home until 8:30 at night every night. This week has been stranger than fiction. I told my friend Victoria you just can't make this stuff up. And all of this after Friday...
... when I lost my keys at the school after Jack's class party. And Sarah had to come get me, Jack, Davis, stroller... and took me back that night to get the car only for me to discover that the keys were in the ignition the entire time. Not only did I never see them there, but the teacher searched, an announcement was made, the custodian searched the cafeteria... the whole nine yards. Think it can't get worse? Well, the keys were not only in the ignition, they were in the on position. As in, I was listening to the radio and running the A/C while getting the stroller packed before getting Davis out. And never turned it off. Meaning the car was dead. So, we had to go back to Sarah's to get Ken to come help me jumpstart the car. At midnight.
I drove it around for ten minutes listening to K-LOVE all teary-eyed wondering how long it would take for this to become a funny story and how exactly I was going to tell Jeff about this one.
I told him. A few days later. He was kind, but I wouldn't exactly say he thought it was funny.
So, all of this to say.... don't call my cell phone. Or my home phone for that matter... unless you are calling to tell me you found my cell phone. Or inviting me to Girls Night Out. Or coming to bring me dinner, clean my house, or babysit. ha
On the bright side, my back is feeling better and we were able to get this:
We are still focused on the Reason for the Season... through it all...
Whenever I am trying to leave the house, I have two options:
1. Strap the baby into the car and then go back in to get everything, leaving the kids unattended in the driveway (remember my garage door doesn't go up - at all.) Totally unsafe.
2. Load the car while Davis races to pull all of the laundry off the couch, pour out the dog bowl and carefully remove his socks, shoes, and pants. Oh, and did I mention every time I go toward the door he is trying to come outside with me and I can't close the door for fear of smashing his fingers?
3. Plan ahead and pack the diaper bag, lunch box and car the night before. Fill sippie cups and snack trap beforehand and have it ready in the fridge. Like I said, two options.
So, the inevitable happened today. Of all days. I gathered my things from the car trunk lid and drove away only to discover an hour later that I had driven off with the cell phone sitting on top of the car. The neighbors Jorge and Ballardo later helped me search the street for it to no avail.
I went on all of my errands anyway, which included my daily chiropractic appointment (during which Jack told the doctor "Mommy sits with a crunched over back and Daddy tells her to sit straight."), a pediatrician appointment (during which Jack was diagnosed with croupe, and after which he spilled hot chocolate down his dress shirt.), a trip to Bass Pro Shops (hence the dress shirts) to see Santa (during which Davis screamed his head off and pooped his pants. Literally.) and an unplanned stop at HEB (to buy diapers since I realized I left the entire diaper bag at the aforementioned pediatrician's office.)
When we checked out we had to pay for (I KID YOU NOT) an empty milk bottle, an empty chocolate milk bottle ("since that's not fair that HE gets milk and not ME") an empty Dr. Pepper bottle, an opened box of Honeycombs, a banana peel, an opened box of Pampers, and opened Baby Wipes. Oh and a sippy cup wrapper.... from the full milk cup in my son's mouth... that had not been washed. "You might be a redneck, IF..."
And, even though I thought of him several times today, I never called Dad to wish him a Happy Birthday. Man, I really hate that.
It is SO hard to recover from these days when my helper doesn't get home until 8:30 at night every night. This week has been stranger than fiction. I told my friend Victoria you just can't make this stuff up. And all of this after Friday...
... when I lost my keys at the school after Jack's class party. And Sarah had to come get me, Jack, Davis, stroller... and took me back that night to get the car only for me to discover that the keys were in the ignition the entire time. Not only did I never see them there, but the teacher searched, an announcement was made, the custodian searched the cafeteria... the whole nine yards. Think it can't get worse? Well, the keys were not only in the ignition, they were in the on position. As in, I was listening to the radio and running the A/C while getting the stroller packed before getting Davis out. And never turned it off. Meaning the car was dead. So, we had to go back to Sarah's to get Ken to come help me jumpstart the car. At midnight.
I drove it around for ten minutes listening to K-LOVE all teary-eyed wondering how long it would take for this to become a funny story and how exactly I was going to tell Jeff about this one.
I told him. A few days later. He was kind, but I wouldn't exactly say he thought it was funny.
So, all of this to say.... don't call my cell phone. Or my home phone for that matter... unless you are calling to tell me you found my cell phone. Or inviting me to Girls Night Out. Or coming to bring me dinner, clean my house, or babysit. ha
On the bright side, my back is feeling better and we were able to get this:
We are still focused on the Reason for the Season... through it all...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Where have I been?
I haven't posted an update because I feel that I need to write a really long post explaining everything that's going on. Because I have no time for said really long post, here it is... as Austin Powers would say, in a nutshell.
Jeff was finally required to leave the Training Manager position at Bjorn's and return to the sales floor "until the economy turns around."
This means long hours, weekends, and more importantly, 100% commission.
This means I need to go back to work full-time. Like, yesterday.
This means Davis will be in daycare. All day. Every day.
This also means I have to give up my awesome part-time job in the Children's Ministry at Gracepoint.
Amazingly, a former colleague (gotta love HR networking!) called me up to discuss a Staff Recruiter position at Methodist Hospital. Wow!
I interviewed, loved the team, and was offered the position.
I accepted the position starting January 4th, 2010.
Daycare is reserved at a cool $840 per month. Jack will take after-school van from Scobee to daycare every day (with a couple of his friends.)
Then we had our car accident.
The "investigation" is on-going, and our car is determined a total loss.
We have the rental until Friday. (meaning I have two days to clean the back seat since it's already covered in milk and crumbs.)
Thank goodness my Mom and Jeffry offered us their third car until I can get my first paycheck.
Funny (not funny) thing was, the day we picked it up from them, Mom got into a fender bender on the way home from work. Thankfully, her car is driveable... for now.
Then, in an instant, Davis had my flip phone in each hand. As in, tore it into two parts. As in, all information is deleted.
So, I finally got that all straightened out, but am SLOWLY restoring my address book. Manually.
My back is still killing me, but I am finally feeling some relief after my third chiropractic treatment today.
So, I am basically sitting under four piles of paperwork... one for injury claims... one for my new job... one for the daycare (thanks egg allergy) and one because I am the Kindergarten room Mom and the Christmas, er, Holiday Party is Friday.
We decided to nix the full-size Christmas tree since I knew I was pretty much flying solo this month and didn't have it in me to keep a dimpled blonde busy body out of it. So, we have our little three-foot table top tree up and strung some lights on Jack's bedroom curtain rod. Voila! Winter Wonderland at the Griffins!
Last night, Jeff got home at about 8:50pm (tonight it was 10:10 before he came home) and we heard this loud CRASHing sound in the garage.
It didn't take us long to realize the spring busted across our automatic garage door opener.
Great. We added it to "the list" right after the living room ceiling fan stuck in the ON position and the house phones which don't hold battery charge. *sigh*
So, it seems like it's just one thing after another... after another. I am trying to keep my spirits up and taking steps to avoid becoming totally depressed. I am determined not to miss the magic of Christmas. I realize that my trials are so trivial compared to those others are facing. I realize that I am so lucky that I usually have help from my husband every night. These few weeks of "going it alone" are just another huge reminder of ALL that he does for us and what he means in our lives.
I attended a webinar at the Hospital today about "how HR uses Twitter to recruit talent." It was exciting to get dressed up again and be in that corporate environment again. I enjoyed all of the tweet jokes and the corny HR humor. I had almost forgotten how much fun that is. I know deep down I am going to enjoy so much of it, but I know Davis has no idea how much his little life is about to change. There is no way to prepare him (or myself.) It will be incredibly hard dropping off the boys on that first day... especially after having Jack home all day every day over the holidays. I get all teary eyed just writing about it.
So this turned out to be a long post after all. That's okay. It sure beats paperwork!
I can't (with my back) sit in this chair any longer to correct the spacing and indentation. Oh well.
Oh yeah, and follow me on Twitter!
@MBGRecruitSA
So far I have one follower. My new boss.
:)
Jeff was finally required to leave the Training Manager position at Bjorn's and return to the sales floor "until the economy turns around."
This means long hours, weekends, and more importantly, 100% commission.
This means I need to go back to work full-time. Like, yesterday.
This means Davis will be in daycare. All day. Every day.
This also means I have to give up my awesome part-time job in the Children's Ministry at Gracepoint.
Amazingly, a former colleague (gotta love HR networking!) called me up to discuss a Staff Recruiter position at Methodist Hospital. Wow!
I interviewed, loved the team, and was offered the position.
I accepted the position starting January 4th, 2010.
Daycare is reserved at a cool $840 per month. Jack will take after-school van from Scobee to daycare every day (with a couple of his friends.)
Then we had our car accident.
The "investigation" is on-going, and our car is determined a total loss.
We have the rental until Friday. (meaning I have two days to clean the back seat since it's already covered in milk and crumbs.)
Thank goodness my Mom and Jeffry offered us their third car until I can get my first paycheck.
Funny (not funny) thing was, the day we picked it up from them, Mom got into a fender bender on the way home from work. Thankfully, her car is driveable... for now.
Then, in an instant, Davis had my flip phone in each hand. As in, tore it into two parts. As in, all information is deleted.
So, I finally got that all straightened out, but am SLOWLY restoring my address book. Manually.
My back is still killing me, but I am finally feeling some relief after my third chiropractic treatment today.
So, I am basically sitting under four piles of paperwork... one for injury claims... one for my new job... one for the daycare (thanks egg allergy) and one because I am the Kindergarten room Mom and the Christmas, er, Holiday Party is Friday.
We decided to nix the full-size Christmas tree since I knew I was pretty much flying solo this month and didn't have it in me to keep a dimpled blonde busy body out of it. So, we have our little three-foot table top tree up and strung some lights on Jack's bedroom curtain rod. Voila! Winter Wonderland at the Griffins!
Last night, Jeff got home at about 8:50pm (tonight it was 10:10 before he came home) and we heard this loud CRASHing sound in the garage.
It didn't take us long to realize the spring busted across our automatic garage door opener.
Great. We added it to "the list" right after the living room ceiling fan stuck in the ON position and the house phones which don't hold battery charge. *sigh*
So, it seems like it's just one thing after another... after another. I am trying to keep my spirits up and taking steps to avoid becoming totally depressed. I am determined not to miss the magic of Christmas. I realize that my trials are so trivial compared to those others are facing. I realize that I am so lucky that I usually have help from my husband every night. These few weeks of "going it alone" are just another huge reminder of ALL that he does for us and what he means in our lives.
I attended a webinar at the Hospital today about "how HR uses Twitter to recruit talent." It was exciting to get dressed up again and be in that corporate environment again. I enjoyed all of the tweet jokes and the corny HR humor. I had almost forgotten how much fun that is. I know deep down I am going to enjoy so much of it, but I know Davis has no idea how much his little life is about to change. There is no way to prepare him (or myself.) It will be incredibly hard dropping off the boys on that first day... especially after having Jack home all day every day over the holidays. I get all teary eyed just writing about it.
So this turned out to be a long post after all. That's okay. It sure beats paperwork!
I can't (with my back) sit in this chair any longer to correct the spacing and indentation. Oh well.
Oh yeah, and follow me on Twitter!
@MBGRecruitSASo far I have one follower. My new boss.
:)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Funny strange or funny Ha-Ha?
There are many people on whom my humor is lost. Well, misunderstood, maybe. It seems that either the person doesn't "get it," the timing catches them off-guard, sarcasm is mistaken for insensitivity, or it's basically an inappropriate time for silliness.
That said, I am anxious to see how Jack's teacher likes her Christmas card.
I couldn't resist.
That said, I am anxious to see how Jack's teacher likes her Christmas card.
I couldn't resist.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
First Kinder picture
Given that he cut his own hair on picture day...
... I think Jack's first Kindergarten picture turned out pretty adorable. He said "Mrs. Brockman had to comb my hair in the front with her fingers. Two times."
God bless her.
God bless her.
What's in a name?
Jack: "Mom, how come you always write 'MBG' instead of your name?"
Me: "It's just faster than writing out my whole name."
J: "Yeah, it takes like one minute to write 'MBG' and like a hundred minutes to write 'Melissa Bethlehem Griffin.' [pause...] Wait, what's your middle name again?"
Me: "It's just faster than writing out my whole name."
J: "Yeah, it takes like one minute to write 'MBG' and like a hundred minutes to write 'Melissa Bethlehem Griffin.' [pause...] Wait, what's your middle name again?"
Monday, December 7, 2009
Jack and the box.
Homework Directions: Write a Christmas story that includes each of the five senses we studied this week. Be creative!
Jack: "I don't know what to write!"
Me: "Well, think about Mary and Joseph... what do you think it smelled like in the stable?"
J: "Mom, a Christmas story doesn't ALWAYS have to be about Jesus! Sometimes you need to think outside the box."
Jack: "I don't know what to write!"
Me: "Well, think about Mary and Joseph... what do you think it smelled like in the stable?"
J: "Mom, a Christmas story doesn't ALWAYS have to be about Jesus! Sometimes you need to think outside the box."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sad SAD commentary.
Overheard at SONIC Drive-thru today:
Me: "I will have a large half-diet, half-regular Dr. Pepper and a white milk."
Employee over intercom: "Are you driving a different car today?"
Me: "I will have a large half-diet, half-regular Dr. Pepper and a white milk."
Employee over intercom: "Are you driving a different car today?"
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The gospel according to Jack.
After I reminded Jack Everett that he would receive three gifts from us for Christmas:
Jack: "That's because Jesus got three gifts, right?"
Me: "Right."
J: "Because there were three wise men, right?"
M: "Right."
J: "And they just brought one gift, right?"
M: "Yes. And we give gifts to remember that JESUS was the REAL gift.... the GREATEST gift of ALL, right?"
J: "Yes, but do you know what I wish?"
M: {...thinking, "There's no telling..."}
J: "I wish there were a LOT more wise men."
Jack: "That's because Jesus got three gifts, right?"
Me: "Right."
J: "Because there were three wise men, right?"
M: "Right."
J: "And they just brought one gift, right?"
M: "Yes. And we give gifts to remember that JESUS was the REAL gift.... the GREATEST gift of ALL, right?"
J: "Yes, but do you know what I wish?"
M: {...thinking, "There's no telling..."}
J: "I wish there were a LOT more wise men."
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
"Let every heart...
... prepare Him room."
Tonight we began the season of Advent... twenty-four days of anticipation. I imagine back in history... people were awaiting the coming of the Messiah with child-like excitement.
I imagine they felt like Jack when he hung the first little camel and immediately said, "I wanna do another one!"
I imagine they felt like Jack when he hung the first little camel and immediately said, "I wanna do another one!"
Monday, November 30, 2009
That little Jude's a fighter!
Almost five weeks ago, my cousin Josh and his wife Kate welcomed this little guy into their lives much earlier than expected...
Jude Joshua Murray was born on October 20, 2009 at 27 weeks gestation. He weighed in at 2 pounds, 3 ounces and was 13 and 3/4 inches long.
He was going along pretty well but has developed a serious condition called NEC. We all know it's best if I don't attempt any sort of medical explanation, but from my limited understanding this disease attacks his intestines and can cause serious damage or loss of vital parts of his digestive tract.
He underwent surgery this week to correct the NEC and it went pretty well, so he's back on the long road to recovery. Our entire extended family has been keeping up with his progress thanks to Facebook, the hospital website, Sprint picture mail... it's really pretty amazing how technology makes it feel like he's not so far away.
11-14-09: Kate got to dress her tiny little guy for the first time. He looks so warm and snuggly and she looks like such a natural.
Davis was in the NICU for one short week during which Jeff and I watched young couples just like Josh and Kate caring for tiny preemies in isolettes. We watched them coming and going, bringing milk to feed the baby, taking turns touching the baby with one fingertip, asking questions, watching their baby sleeping, wanting to hold them, to nurse them, and to take them home.
Josh and Kate seem to be holding up well, but I ask everyone reading this to say a little prayer for them today. Pray for their energy... that they stay healthy... for peace of mind with all the BIG decisions they have to make regarding Jude's care... and for my Aunt Shelly, Uncle Michael and Great Aunt Sue as they cope with being away from their son and first grandbaby/great-grandbaby.
Thanks everyone, and I will post updates as Jude continues to grow!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The many faces of Davis J
"Yes, I've always been this loud."
The eyes and shirt say it all. Click to enlarge - that last one cracks me up.
Someday he will discover that this diving board also plays music.
I know the blog has been pretty Davis-specific lately, but the accident has really caused me to re-open my eyes to the amazing joy that is this blonde little boy. I just can't stop kissing him and holding him and smelling him. It feels like just this week I noticed how hazel his eyes are.
Thank you God for refreshing my attitude towards parenting him. He makes me laugh more and sigh less. Thanks for replacing much of my frustration with grace and humor.
The eyes and shirt say it all. Click to enlarge - that last one cracks me up.
Someday he will discover that this diving board also plays music.
I know the blog has been pretty Davis-specific lately, but the accident has really caused me to re-open my eyes to the amazing joy that is this blonde little boy. I just can't stop kissing him and holding him and smelling him. It feels like just this week I noticed how hazel his eyes are.
Thank you God for refreshing my attitude towards parenting him. He makes me laugh more and sigh less. Thanks for replacing much of my frustration with grace and humor.
I'm just sorry it took an accident to get my attention.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Hospital pics.
I took these cute pics (on my cell phone) of Davis trying to escape the E.R. before his CT Scan.
Trust me, little guy. No one wanted out of there more than Mommy...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Big D gave us a post-accident scare.
For a few days after the accident, Davis was extremely fussy, had little appetite and was sleeping a lot. With a 16-month old, it is so hard to tell what is wrong. He is cutting teeth, his muscles could be sore, he is on antibiotics for his ear infections, he has a diaper rash, his Mommy is stuck on a couch with painkillers and heating pads, and the country seems to be going socialist. Any one of these things is enough to make him cry.
But Sunday he developed a new symptom that started worrying us - he was sensitive to light. We thought we'd keep an eye on it, but when he took a FIVE-HOUR nap Monday morning, I decided take him back in for a CT Scan.
Four hours of wrestling him later, the results came back and his brain looks totally normal. The scan did, however, show that his nasal cavities were swollen and infected and his right ear infection was back. Praise God! The little guy had a bad sinus headache! This explained the sleeping, fussiness and sensitivity to light. With great relief, to say the least, we took him home. Well, took him to fill yet another antibiotic, then took him home.
As you know, I love to find humor in otherwise stressful situations. Well, when I got home and started reading the discharge paperwork I had to laugh at the nurse's choice of words. It pretty much said, "Spastic psycho Mom brought her son in for a CAT SCAN because of a cold."
Yeah, I'm laughing now. Let's just pray that GEICO pays for it.
But Sunday he developed a new symptom that started worrying us - he was sensitive to light. We thought we'd keep an eye on it, but when he took a FIVE-HOUR nap Monday morning, I decided take him back in for a CT Scan.
Four hours of wrestling him later, the results came back and his brain looks totally normal. The scan did, however, show that his nasal cavities were swollen and infected and his right ear infection was back. Praise God! The little guy had a bad sinus headache! This explained the sleeping, fussiness and sensitivity to light. With great relief, to say the least, we took him home. Well, took him to fill yet another antibiotic, then took him home.
As you know, I love to find humor in otherwise stressful situations. Well, when I got home and started reading the discharge paperwork I had to laugh at the nurse's choice of words. It pretty much said, "Spastic psycho Mom brought her son in for a CAT SCAN because of a cold."
Yeah, I'm laughing now. Let's just pray that GEICO pays for it.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
A bit of a wreck.
For those who don't know, we were heading to meet Emily and Evan for lunch Thursday morning when Davis and I were in a car accident on 1604/Bandera Road. The other driver ran her red light and hit us at the end of our left turn. Our car spun around and when we came to rest, Davis' carseat was laying competely over on its side and he was screaming his head off. Thankfully, as soon as we lifted him out of the car, he immediately stopped crying and seemed okay. He had a minor seatbelt bruise on his neck/left collarbone and some faint markings on his right temple. Jack Everett was at school and Nana went to pick him up while we headed to the hospital.
We were both checked out at Methodist Hospital and were sent home within a few hours. We feel very lucky and know God protected us from real harm. I am extremely sore because (as we have established) I am no longer a spring chicken. My neck and back are painful and stiff and I have been alternating heating pads and muscle relaxers to manage the discomfort. Davis was uncharacteristically fussy Thursday and Friday but his appetite and cheery disposition seemed to return this morning. He has been taking unusually long naps, but Ask-a-nurse said that is to be expected.
When I got home from the hospital Thursday night, a note was waiting for me, "For Mom and Davis, I hope you feel betor from the hospital. From Jack"
My '99 Honda CR-V. If this had happened just a second sooner, she would have smashed directly into Davis' door. Instead, the rear quarterpanel took the brunt of the impact and his door was bent in only on the corner. The rear axle is bent and the right tire is angled in quite a bit. We are awaiting a judgment on liability and a determination of whether the car is totalled (which we fully anticipate due to its age and condition.)
Mom took me today to replace Davis' carseat, which will be covered in the insurance settlement. I got emotional at Enterprise Rent-a-car, again in the Babies 'R Us carseat aisle, and again when Mom got into her car to leave. I am still shaken up but am overcome with thankfulness when I stop to think about how much worse it could have been.
We were both checked out at Methodist Hospital and were sent home within a few hours. We feel very lucky and know God protected us from real harm. I am extremely sore because (as we have established) I am no longer a spring chicken. My neck and back are painful and stiff and I have been alternating heating pads and muscle relaxers to manage the discomfort. Davis was uncharacteristically fussy Thursday and Friday but his appetite and cheery disposition seemed to return this morning. He has been taking unusually long naps, but Ask-a-nurse said that is to be expected.
When I got home from the hospital Thursday night, a note was waiting for me, "For Mom and Davis, I hope you feel betor from the hospital. From Jack"
My '99 Honda CR-V. If this had happened just a second sooner, she would have smashed directly into Davis' door. Instead, the rear quarterpanel took the brunt of the impact and his door was bent in only on the corner. The rear axle is bent and the right tire is angled in quite a bit. We are awaiting a judgment on liability and a determination of whether the car is totalled (which we fully anticipate due to its age and condition.)
Mom took me today to replace Davis' carseat, which will be covered in the insurance settlement. I got emotional at Enterprise Rent-a-car, again in the Babies 'R Us carseat aisle, and again when Mom got into her car to leave. I am still shaken up but am overcome with thankfulness when I stop to think about how much worse it could have been.
Tonight at dinner Jack said, "We better not spend any of our money. If the car people say they can't fix your car, you can have ALL my money from my money book. If not, I will STILL save my money from my money book. Just in case."
It was a sweet natural invitation to remind him that as we wait, we trust that God will continue to provide ALL of our needs.
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