Well life hasn't slowed down yet, after the "orange marker" incident. We were over at my mom's house playing with Jordyn, and Jani. Brody wondered off with my sister (Jamie) and she was in the bathroom getting ready and in seconds of someone not watching his every move- Brody came running and screaming bloody murder out of my mom's bedroom. He was holding his mouth with his hands and nobody saw what had happened. In the heat of the moment my mind kicked into "instinct" mode- thinking back to my teenage years, I had the visual of our mirrors laying against the wall with our curling irons resting on the floor boards. Immediately, I thought put his hands under cold water- while still trying to figure out what had happened I was looking at every part of his body, and not seeing anything wrong. His hands were a little red, but I wasn't sure if it was from holding them, or if that was what had happened. He kept touching his mouth so I thought maybe he had swallowed something? Anyways to get to the end of this, saga. Yes, he had indeed grabbed the curling iron sitting on the floor boards- just what had come to my mind. At that moment I reflected on "a mother's instinct" and how real it really is. After an hour and a half of straight screaming and holding his hands under cold water, the blisters finally made their appearance. On the thumb, and three of his other fingers. (I tried to take a pic. but it wouldn't come out clear- his hands are to small.) We gave him Ibuprofen, and after soaking his hands, being exhausted he finally fell asleep on me. I don't think he cried that much since he was born, not even when he gets his shots.
After he had fallen asleep I was looking at him- his little face- finally content, finding peace and comfort on his mommy's chest. After all the adrenaline wore off, I lost it, I had felt so bad that I didn't see what had happened, and that he was counting on me to fix it- even though I had no idea how. I recalled back to when my mom would cry when her kids would get hurt, or were hurting (emotionally) and I used to wonder why it would make her cry? How could she feel the pain I was experiencing ? At this very moment I understood everything she had said, it hurt me in every part of my body to watch my baby hurting that bad, and not being able to just kiss it better, and make all the pain go away. Or even knowing what to do to fix it. I am sure it is another one of those learning experiences to add to my "Mommy Log." It has also given me a little grasp of how it must have felt when Christ took our sins, pains, sorrow upon him. How much compassion he must have, and how bad it probably hurts inside for Christ to watch us suffer, and go through hard times. I am so thankful for my savior, for all that he bore for us to come to this earth. And for the lessons my son helps me learn, to help me grow and to be a better mother, and teacher for when he gets older and when we add more to our little bunch. I am so thankful to be a mom, and I look forward to the rest of my "Mommy Log" experiences in the future. Until then...
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