Forgiveness, can you imagine?
The worst thing in the whole world happened on Tuesday night. Parley was having his fussy night time from about 9-10. I was walking around bouncing him, like I do. I was switching him from upright on my chest to sideways in my arms. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but he fell flat on his face. I dropped my baby! He made the biggest thud noise, and it was so, so scary!! He cried big and then calmed down. He seemed normal except for a little bruise on his lip. We were really lucky-- he didn't hit anything on his way down, and he landed on our soft rug.
We decided to go to the emergency room. He went to the trauma unit and lots of doctors looked at him. He seemed all normal, but they had us wait there for three hours to see if anything changed. Everything was fine, and we went back home at 2am.
I cried a lot that night and the next day. I just felt so bad and didn't know what to do. I love Parley more than anything, and I hurt him. And it could have been way, way worse. I keep picturing it and holding on to Parley so tight.
But, amazingly, I've been forgiven. Right away, Nikki rushed over to comfort Parley and to comfort me. He loves Parley as fiercely as I do and is probably even more protective of him than I am. But he hasn't acted upset with me one bit. He has been so full of love and understanding and forgave right away.
Wednesday morning, the first time Parley was fully awake after his big night, he greeted me with the biggest smiles. His smiles are pretty rare, and I felt so much love and forgiveness. It's amazing how completely trusting and comfortable he still is in my arms.
And I feel forgiven by Parley's (and my) Heavenly Father. Yesterday I read in Moroni 8. It talked all about God's mercy when it comes to little children. Reading it, I felt that Heavenly Father is going to take care of Parley no matter how much I mess up. Christ's atonement covers him. And it covers me.
I'm still working on forgiving myself, but I'm so grateful for the grace and mercy all around me. And I'm especially grateful for my little boy and that he's alright.
What a blessed little boy!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE these pictures of Parley! You guys are the cutest. 😊
DeleteThose things happen dear Liberty. I'm sure he is fine. Don't beat yourself up. My cousin, Nancy, told me that my Grandma Jaynes always told her to be very careful with dressing her babies because my great great grandmother, Henrietta, was dropped when she slid right through her clothes. I have never heard of such a thing and my Grandma never told me that story. But things happen. All of our babies have fallen or been dropped. Parley is tough and blessed with such good parents.
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