For those of us who live with this disease, we spend so much time thinking and planning for the worse case scenario.  I know I did before the program.  The reality is things happen even when folks are doing what they are supposed to....

My AS1 who will celebrate one year tomorrow went to work this morning as he does every Saturday.  I have not spoken to him since his birthday as I was dismissed again, so just decided a split for a while would be good as we tend to keep following the same script and it's not productive or spiritual for either of us.  he's very immature and yet he does do what's expected - school, job, babies, fiance, etc. - he's stressed and stretched to the maximum and so....

I went to my F2F meeting this morning and then did my cooking for our fellowship picnic.  I had a break and laid down for a nap.  When I woke up, I'd missed a call from his fiance.  Since I've not spoken to either for a while, I did wonder if there was an issue.  I tried to call back and could not get an answer.  So, I did my thing and went to the picnic.

No sooner than I got my plate full, my AH called.  He told me the older baby had fallen down the clothes hamper from the first floor to the basement and they were at the ER @ the hospital.  He told me which hospital and that's all he knew.  So, I tried to call and no answer.  I texted to find out if I was needed, and got a call.

My AH had the wrong baby and the wrong hospital.....I am so grateful that I have this program.  Before recovery, I'd have had a melt-down at the picnic, perhaps shared some melodramatic dialogue with others, assumed my son was not attentive and drove out of there like a bat outa hell to save my grandchild!!

The issue with this?  I would have been at the wrong hospital asking for the wrong child, and then I would have called my AH and ripped him a new one - complete with some judgments about everything else he had done wrong in the last year +.

I did not eat my plate as I felt a little sick.  That's a long, long way for a baby to fall and their basement has concrete.  I did not project the worse, just said a prayer and told a couple folks I needed to go for a family emergency.  While I was collecting my things, two friends packed up fried chicken, some fruit and sides for me to take to go to the hospital with.  I departed, had to stop and buy gas and then arrived.

My son was starving and his fiance feels horrible as she was the responsible parent when it happened.  The boys were playing in the hallway, and the older one decided to put dirty clothes in the hamper and the baby crawled over and down he went.  She turned her back for no more than 10 seconds and was a basket case.  The baby was out cold as he'd had a CT Scan and we were waiting for the results.

Baby has a fat lip, some scratches and that is it.  All tests came back normal, no broken bones and for the first time EVER, I am grateful that they do not do laundry regularly as the dirty clothes pile in the basement probably saved him from a far worse outcome.  I am so grateful you've given me a reason to pause and not react.  I am so grateful you've taught me to be of service and not part of the problem.  I am so grateful the baby is OK and that I don't have a hamper!!!

I'll be back tomorrow when my heart beat returns to normal - (((Hugs))) and love to all!  God is good!!!