My first real emergency visit...

Today was a very eventful day.
It started with the Zoo.
Fun, right?
Right.
The kids had a great time.  We went with my sister and her two kids and also my mom and a cute little girl she watches.  They love looking at all the animals.

The kids crashed on the way home.
It was an okay nap.

We got to my mom's house and I decided to stay there and make dinner.  I didn't want to go home yet and I knew my house was a mess.  So I made dinner for my dad and sister.
It was nice.
I was able to sit and start a book I've been dying to read.  The girls were having a great time.
Everything was going fine.

Then one of my twins tripped and started crying.  So I went over and my sister and I picked her up.
My sister saw her head first.
A big purple bump right on her forehead.
I started looking for my keys.  All these fears were running through my head.
I was scared.
I felt guilty for staying at the house too long.  If I had left right after dinner, this might not have happened.
I thought about the worst cases for head injuries.
I was shaking.

My dad gave her a priesthood blessing and I took her to the ER.  I was praying she would be okay but couldn't keep thoughts away.
Thoughts like going to the hospital with a daughter and leaving without one.
Things with the head scare me to death.

The doctor said she was showing no signs of a possible brain hemorage.
Very good.
She was acting like herself.
He watched how she walked and made sure she was using both her arms and hands.
We stayed for another hour and a half just to make sure.  If she got worse, it would most likely happen within the first two hours of the injury.

He came in at 8 and we were finally able to go.
I have to wake up in 4 hours and wake her up just to make sure she does.
I really think she is fine.

I'm glad I was so close to the hospital.
I'm glad my dad and sister could watch my other two girls.
I am grateful I have my Heavenly Father to comfort me and calm my spirits.

(not me, but I wish I could do that)

I absolutely LOVE to dance. I always have. I always will.

I have this dream of opening my own dance studio. I will teach the modern and jazz classes, and my sisters will teach alongside me. We will have little kids, boys hip-hop, special needs, tumbling, etc.

Of course my studio will have a room for the kids to play while mommy and their aunts are working. What a blast we will have when this dream comes true.

To me, dance is a way to release all my emotion. It relieves stress and I feel beautiful and confident when I dance. So next time you feel like you need to relax or feel better, try dancing. It always works for me.