ANOTHER Trip to the Emergency Room

and yet again, it wasn't for our kiddos.

As we were on our way home from church yesterday we received a phone call from Grandma M. The lack of stress in her voice did not go with the urgency of the situation. "I have fallen and broken my leg. I already called 911 and, oh, here comes the fire truck..." We turned around and headed her way immediately. Daddy got on the phone and made sure he knew which ambulance was coming to her (we already knew which fire crew) and knew she was in good hands.

As we got to Grandma M.'s house they had loaded her up and we about to depart. Daddy was given the courtesy by his fellow firefighter/emt's of a scene report including all that was done (and how bad it was...) and they were off. Grandma A came and got the girls and daddy and mommy were off to the hospital as well.

Sparing you the gory details, her leg is broken pretty bad and she will need surgery. They admitted her late last night and after making sure she was safe and sound in her new room (after about 5-6 hours in the ER)mommy and daddy finally got home about 10pm. The girls stayed with Grandma A and I am sure are having a grand time. Today mommy is back to the hospital to be with Grandma M. and figure out all the surgery things.

Another day in the life. Please pray for Grandma M. so she can experience the healing power of prayer.