Yesterday I was going to write all about how wonderful Jackson is and how much he has added to our lives as a birthday tribute.
Instead, at exactly the same time that one year ago Russ was driving me to the hospital to give birth, he was driving to a different hospital to take Jackson to the ER.
Don't freak out--he's fine. He poured a hot cup of coffee all over himself and was burned on his face, chest and "inside his diaper" (one day the kid is going to be old enough to read what I've said about him online so I'll leave it at that!). But he was pretty miserable and it made yesterday kind of tough.
We've had to take Jackson to the ER a few times in the past year, but never when he was screaming like this. And with the location of his burns, I was holding him in my arms rather than putting him in his carseat. It was raining and traffic was bad. So when I looked at the clock and realized what we were doing exactly 366 days ago I got an eerie chill.
I was praying pretty hard.
We made it to the hospital okay, Jackson was seen by a nice doctor and, before we knew it, we were home with a patched-up kid.
I've heard it said that when we receive something we have prayed for, we should make sure to thank God at least as many times as we asked. Yesterday's events reminded me I'm a little behind.
But I've been making up for lost time ever since!
(We took Jackson back to get his dressing changed today and he's doing much better. It'll just take a little time to heal.)