In yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday, I posted a photo of Andrew after he and his cousin played a game of horse and rider. Andrew was the rider who got bucked off the horse and into the corner of a table. Sigh. Good times. That was about 3, maybe 4 days, before we were due to leave to come home. And of course we’re 31 hours from home. I don’t have his Medicaid card with me since it’s just rolled over to a new month. I don’t have his old Medicaid card with me because I thought it was in my day planner and it wasn’t.
I’m trying to decide if his nose is broken, because it certainly looks like it is at this point. In the end, I decided to give it a few minutes. And sure enough within an hour the crying had stopped and the swelling had already started to go down. The scabs are even gone now and he looks normal again.
Thanks, God. I appreciate it. :)