Yesterday was the first really warm day that we have had this year, over 70. By afternoon, it was baking in the house, and we threw open all of the windows. The girls were playing happily in their bedroom, and I was in my room next to their's feeding the baby. Then I heard a heart sickening thud, and Elisabeth yelled "Sarah, fell out the window!" Not believeing the possibility, I threw the baby on the bed and ran to their bedroom. The screen was gone, and there she lay, far below. My husband ran outside. She was bleeding profusely from her head, and crying. I quickly called 911, thinking that she had to be hurt after that fall. In the meantime, we saw that she could move her arms and legs just fine, and was coherent, she was moving her head around with no apparant pain, though we tried to get her to hold still.

By the time the paramedics, and then the ambulence came, and then loaded her onto the gurney, we were pretty sure that she was going to be fine. And, after an ambulence ride, and three hours in the hospital, this was confirmed. She had a slight scrape on her side, and a cut on her temple that they put some glue on.

I started writing this on Monday, and got distracted. All week long I have been praising God, and thanking him for keeping this precious child safe. It really opens your eyes when something like this happens. You realize that life is so uncertain, and those you love could be taken from you at any time, even when you were sure that they were safe and well.  

The irony of this happening on mother's day was not lost on me. I don't believe in coincidences. This happened, and happened when it did for a reason. As I have pondered over this, I have come up with two reasons for it: the first, to get me to wake up and enjoy these precious blessings NOW. To make the most of everyday, and be in the present moment; and second, I believe it was for my daughter, for her mission and purpose in life.

She has a very different mind from mine, it works in amazing ways. While I have always been a lover of words, and have rarely had a book out of my hands since I learned to read at five; she wants to know how and why and what everything around her is, and how it works, and most of the time she figures it out on her own. Her brain makes those connections. And the thing that she is most interested in, is bodies. Last summer, we were living in a house that had a large sculptured chimney, adobe style, with shelves all the way up to the ceiling. She had climbed up to the top. I told her to get down, or she would fall and crack her head open. She then told me that she wanted to do that so that we could see what was inside of her head. Of course, when I explained that she would then be dead, she changed her mind. We have a felt anatomy model, with all of the organs removable, which she loves to play with

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Anyhow, after she fell, and the paramedics came, it was like one big adventure to her. Even being strapped down on the gurney, with that horribly uncomfortable neck brace which dosen't allow you to move at all, she just looked around, taking everything in.

She said that the ambulance ride was "fun", and when they wheeled her into the room to get an MRI she said, "that's a cool machine". The only time that she cried was when they put the IV in. I would cry if I could too, it hurts!

I really feel that I need to put her in the way of information in this field. I am not much of a one for doctors, preferring nature methods of health care, but they are neccacary, and we do need good doctors, who even have some training in altenative health care.

God is good, and I will praise him daily for these sweet little children He has given me the opportunity of caring for. I know that He sent angels to catch Sarah and lead her gently to the ground.

And here is the little Princess with her usual huge smile: