Saturday afternoon our we all went to a friend's birthday party. It was in a gym and while the kids were playing soccer on one side, some adults were playing soccer on the other side. I was holding my Brooklyn and watching the kids play. Seemingly out of no where I was hit so hard on the right side of my face that I dropped to my knees in pain and shock. I was able to gently put Brooklyn on the ground before grabbing my face with both hands.
One of the adults had kicked the ball so hard it literally gave me whiplash with a burning face. My ear is still popping and my eye is still burning from this. The guy felt so bad. Of course I was crying. I probably would have held it in if every one hadn't rushed me! :P
So... ice all party, heat all night. Nausea. Ugh. Felt like trash and was really annoyed because I had plans for the day and now I just felt too sick to do anything but lay on a heating pad.
As I was lying on the couch... a sudden realization came to me. I was hit in the face. It hurt and still hurts... but had the ball been just 1-2 inches to the right... we would not have needed an icepack. We would have needed an ambulance. For my Brooklyn. While I was hurt, she would have been severely injured...perhaps worse. I cannot imagine the horrible outcome had that ball hit her and not me. How fragile my baby is. I am so grateful I took the ball. I am so grateful it was me and not her. Every time I "pop" my neck or feel the pain in my ear, I am so grateful it was me and not her. What an amazing blessing. To spare my daughter's life. I am grateful for the horrible realization I was given. I am grateful for the amazing blessing of life my daughter was given.
Blessings are every where. I know this is true.
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