Last night I was in the house when I heard "the scream". You know the one, the one that raises the hair on the back of your neck. The one that makes you feel sick. The when that tells you that your child is not ok. I rushed to the door to find Becca holding her head and when I open the door she says through her tiers, "I'm bleeding". She then removed her hand and blood poured from her head down the front of her soaking her hair and shirt. I rushed her the bathroom and tried wiping the blood away so I could see what was damaged, but the blood was flowing so fast that I couldn't see anything. I applied a compress and then tried clean the blood off of Becca. Becca was freaked out about the blood. When I removed the compress blood sprayed out toward me. At this point I was probably the most scared I've ever been. I immediately called Kari, who was at work, and we rushed to the ER. On the way we prayed, and by the time we saw the doctor the bleeding stopped, the swelling went down and Becca's biggest concern was that she didn't want to see the doctor. On the way home we bought her ice cream and I sat and watched a movie with her and she seems to be fine. This morning see was up torturing her sister as usual and the swelling has really dropped. It does look like she's going to get a black eye. I just praise God for His ever present help in times of trouble.
