Did I Say a Little LESS Stress?

What was I thinking? A little less stress, yeah right! My sweet sweet boy #1 gave me quite the scare last night after church. He ran out the back doors of the church headed for the gym, like he does every Wed. night. This time, though, he missed the step and took a dive right into the pavement. It was horrible! He was screaming at the top of his lungs. For me, this is a serious sign, cause he is very tough. Most of the time he usually dusts himself off and is on his way. He did not move. He was just was lying there screaming. I went running, scooped him up and headed for the kitchen to get some ice. He put up a fight about the ice saying, "No, I not like ice". Bless his heart, my strong willed child trying to control the situation with a busted head! So after some coaxing and mild restraint, he let me put the ice on his head. I kept him up a little late to be sure he didn't inflict any serious damage. I put him in bed with me and when I tucked him in I asked him if he was feeling bad, and he said, "No, but I think you might need to take me to the hospital". I kinda giggled, cause if he really knew what would happen at the hospital, he wouldn't have asked. So anyway, every few hours I woke him up and asked him a few questions, he told me when I woke him up the last time VERY early this morning before I could even ask, "You are mommy and I'm in mommy's bed!" He is one tough kid. God bless him. I just love him so much!