We got a bit of a scare yesterday. The schoolbus is normally here around 2:20pm, but it was running late. None of my kids were at school- they are all in bed with fever, coughs, and vomiting. Great fun, believe me...
Anyway, DD2 got a call from one of her friends. She told her about an accident- a 7-yearold who got off the bus, and got hit by a car when crossing the road. My heart sank, knowing that this little girl was my goddaughter, the daughter of some of our best friends. I found my binoculars and went to the window. I can see across the fjord to where the accident happened.
My goddaughter-TM- is in first grade. She'll turn 7 in a month. She is very cute, and very bright (I'm not biased here...). Her mother-M- is one of my best friends. She is also working at the ambulance, and she was on duty... I watched the ambulance with the lights on, then came the helicopter. I sent M an SMS, just to tell her that I was thinking of them and praying that everything would work out fine. A little later, I spoke to TM's father, and he told me that they were transferred to the hospital. Not the nearest hospital- oh no- the hospital that has a children's ward, and is 3 hours from us...She didn't seem to be seriously hurt though.
Later that night I got an SMS from M- "She's doing fine- it is apparently only a concussion, but we are waiting for more scans. She must have had a guardian angel!"
This morning the message was: "We're coming home today, only a concussion, no broken bones or other injuries that they could see now. She slept like a log, and was happy at breakfast because she got Nugatti(Chocolatestuff) on her bread;-)"
She is home, and she is doing fine. She must have had a guardian angel!
Soooo- I made her a bag, of a pair of old jeans, a piece of cottonfabric, a piece of linen, and some odds and ends of fabrics... A little angel, her glory being slightly off, half broken perhaps, but she has a happy face nevertheless. A bag in her hand, and flowery wings. And of course a pink dress. Pink is important at the age of 7 (almost 7...)
I hope to see her tomorrow...just to give her mom a hug, and sigh with relief.