The more you want to give your child the best, the more unexpected incidents happened. Oh well, I've tried my best to provide the best shield/protection to my kids and yet incidents still happen. And the more I love my child, the more I'm afraid that I might lose them due to my negligence. Suffering from two miscarriages was already a huge trauma to me. One moment we rejoiced, the next moment we mourned. The first checkup was a bliss when we saw the sac and our little seed. The next checkup we cried when our little seed stopped growing with no heartbeat detected. It happened twice. I cried for days. I cried for months. I cried for years. And I only stopped crying when our precious daughter was born. At that time, I was so afraid that I was not fit enough to carry a baby to full term. I claimed God's promises, that the fruit of my womb will grow. And when He said He will bless the fruit of my womb, He definitely will. I proclaimed the promises of God, I claimed it loud and clear. 2 years later, we welcomed our beautiful girl and then our handsome boy. I've been taking care of them like a gemstone. So precious.. I've been one paranoid mom, hold them close to me, this-cannot-that-cannot.. and I'm well known for the over-protective mom. And yet, mistakes still happened. I felt so weak at this point.. I've been struggling to give them my best and yet I can't prevent accidents to happen.
This week was a little scary. Our little boy, the boy who loves to climb and kick, the boy who is well known for his all sorts of drama and the little handsome that melts our heart in everything he does... has enough of falls and bumps on his head! It's enough for the week! He fell twice. Earlier this week, he fell from the bed when we were all sleeping on the bed. He woke up to nurse, he struggled and he kicked upwards. The next thing I heard was a loud "Pomp". Followed by a loud cry. He fell down from the bed. I jumped out from the bed, quickly picked him up and consoled him. He settled down after few minutes. Such a strong boy. I was so worried for that huge impact on his head. I prayed and prayed and prayed. He acted normally after this incident, so I'm not that worry.
Then, yesterday... the most scary incident ever. He fell down from his baby COT! Gosh... my heart literally stopped beating. I was so scared! At that time, I was so scared that I might lose him. I quickly picked him up and again, he settled after few minutes. His lips was a little pale.. and I checked his bones, his arms and so on .. everything looks OK to me. Few minutes later, his lips was back to normal pinkish color. And he was back to normal. He walked, he ran, he sat, he ate, he drank .. everything seemed to be ok. The whole night I couldn't sleep. I checked on him every now and then. I checked if he's breathing. I'm so afraid that he might vomit blood or any nose bleed without me noticing it. Ok, I admit. I'm one drama mommy. I think a lot. I think too much. I quickly lift up a prayer that God will heal him. No internal injuries. No side effects.
After this, I'm going to look after him so closely. Two bumps on the head in a week is too much for a young toddler like him. I prayed that the impacts weren't that hard, I prayed that the hands of the angels were at the bottom to support his head when he fell. I felt so sad. I felt like a failure. I felt miserable that I can't even provide a safe environment for them to grow and learn. Today, I hang on to God. I lift up my hands and pray.
I pray for the hands of God to be upon my children, His angels will guard and protect them. I proclaim Psalm 91. Thousand and thousands of angels on their left , right, front, back. Everywhere, wherever they go, the angels surround them. That they will be safe and sound all the time.
Thank you Jesus!
This week was a little scary. Our little boy, the boy who loves to climb and kick, the boy who is well known for his all sorts of drama and the little handsome that melts our heart in everything he does... has enough of falls and bumps on his head! It's enough for the week! He fell twice. Earlier this week, he fell from the bed when we were all sleeping on the bed. He woke up to nurse, he struggled and he kicked upwards. The next thing I heard was a loud "Pomp". Followed by a loud cry. He fell down from the bed. I jumped out from the bed, quickly picked him up and consoled him. He settled down after few minutes. Such a strong boy. I was so worried for that huge impact on his head. I prayed and prayed and prayed. He acted normally after this incident, so I'm not that worry.
Then, yesterday... the most scary incident ever. He fell down from his baby COT! Gosh... my heart literally stopped beating. I was so scared! At that time, I was so scared that I might lose him. I quickly picked him up and again, he settled after few minutes. His lips was a little pale.. and I checked his bones, his arms and so on .. everything looks OK to me. Few minutes later, his lips was back to normal pinkish color. And he was back to normal. He walked, he ran, he sat, he ate, he drank .. everything seemed to be ok. The whole night I couldn't sleep. I checked on him every now and then. I checked if he's breathing. I'm so afraid that he might vomit blood or any nose bleed without me noticing it. Ok, I admit. I'm one drama mommy. I think a lot. I think too much. I quickly lift up a prayer that God will heal him. No internal injuries. No side effects.
After this, I'm going to look after him so closely. Two bumps on the head in a week is too much for a young toddler like him. I prayed that the impacts weren't that hard, I prayed that the hands of the angels were at the bottom to support his head when he fell. I felt so sad. I felt like a failure. I felt miserable that I can't even provide a safe environment for them to grow and learn. Today, I hang on to God. I lift up my hands and pray.
I pray for the hands of God to be upon my children, His angels will guard and protect them. I proclaim Psalm 91. Thousand and thousands of angels on their left , right, front, back. Everywhere, wherever they go, the angels surround them. That they will be safe and sound all the time.
Thank you Jesus!
