Crazy Freak Accident...his name is Brock!!

This week could probably go down as one of the craziest weeks EVER!!! The worst of the worst this week happened on Wednesday at about noon. I was emptying the dishwasher, Brock and Paisley were eating lunch, Allie was at school. All was well until I hear this loud crash and a horrible scream from Brock. I turn to look and he is laying on his stomach with his head lifted up. I pick him up and turn him over to find...(are you sitting down)...A METAL FORK STUCK ALL THE WAY THROUGH HIS CHEEK!!!! I could see the tip of the fork poking out of his face right below his eye. It was the most horrible thing you could ever see. It looked like something a Hollywood makeup artist would do for Halloween. I hurried and pulled the fork out before he tried to and the blood started flowing. I was in full panic mode at this point. Here I have two 2yr olds and Allie is on her way home from school any minute. What was I supposed to do. I couldn't tell how bad it was because of all the blood. I called all my closest neighbors first and finally found (thank goodness) Scott Davies home on a sick day...sorry Scott!! I was hysterical, didn't know what to do or why I needed someone, but he came running over in his pajamas with a bottle of oil. He had no idea what had just happened, just that I needed him. Anyway, Scott came over and helped calm me and we tried to figure out where the fork entered and where it exited. We decided that the only thing that could really help him was a blessing. I, at this point realized why none of my friends that I had called were home. It was Scott that I needed so that Brock could have a blessing. Brock calmed down as I held him (I was a wreck) and the bleeding pretty much stopped. Allie and Jason came home shortly thereafter and I was still crying. I think most of the tears at this point were due to the fact that I was so grateful that his eye wasn't taken out and that this accident could have been so much worse. I just kept thinking "my two year old could have just lost his eye." Anyway, the doctor told me because it was two puncture wounds and a big scratch that they really couldn't do anything and to just clean it and keep it covered with neosporin for about a week and pray that he doesn't get an infection. He was such a trooper. He has been kind of grumpy the last few days which I guess is to be expected, but this was definately the worst of his injuries thus far. This kid freaks me out everyday and I think I take for granted the days that he doesn't get hurt (those are few and far between). I took a picture of him... no, not with the fork still stuck in his face, but with the bandaids on later that day. I will post it soon. Anyway, I have been counting my blessings and so grateful at that moment to have someone available to give him a blessing. How grateful I am for this gospel in my life!!! P.S. Take away the metal forks...seriously!!!