Gods way of saying I can manage

Today our neighborhood was on lock down and my house sounded like a battle field with helicopters, police sirens, and the news channel full blast pretty much all mid-day on the hunt for an fugitive and because a business close by had a armed man holding hostages. To much excitement for me. On top of it all I felt like I had the flu and didn't know if I should be in bed or the toilet, both won of course, and David wasn't going to be coming home from work. I decided to call my mom at 7pm to tell her keep an ear out for the phone just in case I went into labor. But as I was getting the house picked up thinking I should shower and be ready in case I go into labor all my plans and anxiousness turns to concern for Doc. Poor guy slipped in the tub and hit the basket that holds his toys, busting his chin and even forced a tooth through his lip. But my little guy quickly became interested in stopping the blood and was excited when I explained to him we'd be going to the hospital for stitches. We had been practicing playing Doctor that day and the day before so he was ready. He was so good at the hospital and everyone loved his happy spirit. Come stitches time he remained so calm and even fell asleep after the 2 of 5 stitch. David was able to make it just to see the stitches, I about fainted, probably because I was holding my breath for the trooper. The kid next to us getting an IV was screaming bloody murder but that didnt phase Doc at all. Im proud of him for being such a big kid. We finally checked out at 11:56 and went home to end such a long day. Thank you Lord for protecting us, keeping Doc comforted, and helping me remember your here to help me through times I wish I could ovoid but life does happen.