Thank you, Lord, for a peacefully sleeping boy. Thank you for a friend to watch my children. Thank you for letting me speak to a competent and understanding receptionist at the clinic. Thank you for non-threatening emergencies. Thank you for peace of mind and calmness in my heart.We arrive at the hospital and when I wake Jacob up, suddenly all is well with the world. He is calm. He picks up his arm and it's functioning again. I feel it, ask him if it hurts, make him hang on my hands, and all seems well. So I tell him that we should just go back and pick up his sisters and Will, and he says, emphatically, "No! I want to go in there!" And he thrusts his "hurt" arm and points adamantly toward the hospital. I laugh. Oh Jacob, clearly you are not hurt anymore! So we load back up and head on home.
In hindsight, maybe I did pop it back in place while I was massaging it... as the info says when it gets back in place the pain will intensify shortly and all should be well within approximately 5 minutes. Or perhaps he was just so exhausted that he cried extra hard for no reason? I was so sure that it had popped out, but oh well. For now, I am just thankful that he is fine, all is well, and I can say that I have officially completed my ER practice drill. Let's pray that I won't have to make a real trip anytime soon, though!
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