Wow....

I want to begin this post with a request that you don't judge me for my many shortcomings as a mother. I feel that I have punished myself enough for this mistake, but want to share this with you.
I hope that I have always relayed (especially over this last year)what great faith I have in my Heavenly Father and His plan for ALL of us (even those whose religion or beliefs are different than mine). I truly believe that we are surrounded by angels here upon this earth, whether we see them with our own eyes, or feel of their presence in their passing. They are here among us.... to help us, protect us, guide us and comfort us. We have felt of their presence many times, especially while Alex was in the hospital.
I, along with so many of you, have heard accounts of angels protecting someone during an accident, or felt of their presence when going through a difficult trial. I believe these stories. I always have. I know that our Heavenly Father would not put us here on this earth, to wander aimlessly, and to feel alone and lost.
Back in November 2008, we had an amazing spiritual experience. We know that Alex is being watched over by someone very special to us. We also know, that other loved ones who have passed, are attending to him and also to each of us. Our family has been blessed beyond belief!
Well, as all of you know, we are moving. In preparation, we've been hauling items from the basement upstairs. For convenience, we decided not to put the gate across our stairs. I now know that each of you know where this story is going. We really have been dilligent in watching Alex....I guess until Thursday.
I had just stepped 6 in. away to discipline Lucy, when I heard the walker bang into the wall, and turn to see the front wheel slip off the top step. Well, from there I watched my 11 month old son, topple head to toe, side to side, crashing all the way to the bottom of the stairs. He fell the entire way... in the walker... down 13 steps. Oh, the fear and horror set in. I ran to the bottom screaming (louder than him). On the way down, I was watching... he was moving his head and arms, but I couldn't see his legs since they were under the walker. I grabbed him, holding him as still as I could, and brought him upstairs. He was moving all four limbs, and was crying. I immediately knelt down, with him in my arms, and Sam and I said a prayer. His cry began to get a little bit quieter, and he was really pale. Of course, I thought he was about to pass out... but he didn't. He appeared to be fine... but I knew it was best to have him checked. I knew that signs of a head injury would be occuring quickly... so off to PCMC we went. He was happy, babbling, and playing with toys the whole way there.
They decided not to do a head CT since he was behaving completely normal, and just to watch him for about 4 hours, since that is when symptoms would most likely occur. We were discharged about 1:00 p.m. and he has been fine ever since.
I know that his guardian angel was there to guide him safely to the bottom, and to protect him. He came away with only 2 bumps on the head. I am eternally grateful to my Heavenly Father for allowing his angels to care for us here upon the earth. I know that God lives, and that as we struggle through life, we are strengthened by Him more than we know.
Here is our little roughneck....


Sorry, the last picture is blurry, but it shows both knocks. Gary said, "I'm sure that this will not be the only trip we have to the ER with this kid"! And unfortunately..... I know he's right!