911

Calling 911 is one thing I never thought I would have to do. But it had to be done last night. We picked my 81 year old Grandma up from the home she is living in to take her and the kids to the park. We were all having a good time when my Grandma looked a little faint and feel to the ground. My mom caught her though and we had her sit there for a while. Then she said she wanted to get up. My mom and I looked for a place for her to sit down and found the closest one. While my mom was taking her there, she just melted in her arms. She made it to the seat and sat behind her propping her up since she was as limp as a leaf. We called 911 and while we were telling the dispatcher what happened, we had to check for a pulse many times. One time we really thought she died right there. The ambulance got there in minutes. And why are the paramedic always so darn good looking? And the nicest guys ever? Anyhow, long story short, Grandma is out of the hospital and doing well. Something about her blood pressure. And mom got to ride in the ambulance. Lucky her, I guess. So, 911 is a scary thing, but they were the nicest and made the whole experience as pleasurable as possible. Thank you 911 and the wonderful paramedics they have! They really are awesome!

And a side note: Wyatt was leaning on my mom's side table and leaned a little too hard. Mom has a heavy antique lamp made of metal with a glass shade that can tumbling on Wyatt. Mom also has a glass top on the table that is not attached on the table. My mom and I saw it all happen but it happened so fast, yet so slow...know what I mean? We tried to catch it, luckily the glass on the table didn't fall on Wyatt, just the lamp, which only broke on the glass part, which somehow won't be seen and Wyatt only cried a little. Through all of that, Aryna saw it all. While I was holding Wyatt as he cried, Aryna looked up and said "Thank you Jesus for keeping my brother safe". I was such a proud mommy! "Thank you Jesus!"