E.R.

God is good.

Today, during junior church, a large, heavy, wooden, folding table fell on The Biscuit.

 I picked him up, I didn't see a mark on him.

I put him to my shoulder to comfort him.

I turned to look at him.

The skin on his forehead was sliced open & the entire front lobe of his skull was exposed.

I clamped my hand over his forehead to slow the bleeding. I screamed for one of the ladies to help me.

She took one look & ran to the sanctuary for help.

I yelled after her to get our friend who is an EMT.

She stuck her head in the sanctuary, where they were in the middle of the service, yelled our friends name & said "We need you! There's an emergency!"

I was just standing in the kitchen, with my hand on his head sobbing over & over "Please Jesus, please."

People came running. They started to work on him from behind me while I still held him over my shoulder. I just kept praying.

My husband came & took him from me.

I just stood there sobbing & praying. My daughter came up to me & I grabbed onto her.

A friend came up & grabbed us both & held us, praying.

I could hear the men working on The Biscuit. Talking about what needed to be done.

Our Pastors wife led me into the office. Our Pastor was in there on the phone to 911. She held me & prayed with me until I was calmer.

I went back to my baby.

My husband was holding him. Another man had a damp towel & was holding it over his head. Our friend, the EMT had his radio & was arranging transport. He even tried to get a helicoptor.

It was decided that we would head out to meet the ambulance.

I left my other children in the care of our Pastor & his wife.

With my husband carrying him & the other man holding the towel on him, they carried him to our friends car.

We 3 got in the back, holding him between us.

We drove to the ambulance station 10 miles away.

My husband & I got in the ambulance with him. The 2 attendants were wonderful Christian friends of ours.

It was a long 45 minute drive into the hospital. They were constantly monitoring him & holding the skin on his head together.

He cried & cried & cried.

I sang "Jesus loves me" over & over & over again. It's his favorite song.

We finally made it to the hospital.

We were there 4 hours. It took 1 hour for the doctor to sew him up. He has stitches inside & outside. He is glued & steri-stripped.

He appears to have no brain trauma. He is responsive & acting like himself.

He looks like Frankensteins baby.

I think I aged 10 years today.

I'm sitting here now holding my little broken baby.

Thank you God for my baby. Thank you for putting all of those people into our lives to help us.

Friends followed us to the hospital, waited for us & then drove us home.

Our pastor sent home pizza with our kids.

Our entire church prayed for The Biscuit before they closed the service.

This has been one of the worst days of my life but it has been full of so many blessings.

Jesus loves me. This I know. For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to him belong. They are weak but he is strong.

Blessings.