Guardian angels

On Wednesday, I had a big scare - an accident with the pram. I was walking Noah to dagis and in a downhill slope I got a spin on the pram. During the winter when the snow is melting and freezing up again, the councils pour massive amounts of gravel onto the roads and pavements to prevent people from slipping on the ice. When the snow and ice are gone, before they have had a chance to clean it up, the roads are then full of gravel which in itself can be really slippery. So the pram spinned and flew away, did a couple of turns and ended up upside down, with Vera in it. I also fell on the gravel and in the fall threw myself after the pram trying to catch it. Amazingly Vera was not hurt - she was still in her little cocoon, not even a scratch on her! I, on the other hand managed to hurt myself pretty badly and was bleeding and I quickly realized that I was in need of stitches. Next to me was a little Noah, chocked as he had witnessed the whole accident. He was very sad and didn't know how to act. Somehow I managed to get to daycare to drop off Noah and then get myself to the the clinic. Here I got cleaned up, bandage on my hand, stitches in my knee, a tetanus injection and a prescription of antibiotics. You would think it would end happily here and that it would all heal quick and easy. But as the anesthetics and adrenaline wore off I started to get into some serious pain and by the time the sun went down, I could not walk. Today is Sunday and I'm still unable to move around, not even on crutches. Both the hand and the knee is very infected and the stitches are more in the way of the healing process than anything. Help is on the way - my parents are on their way home from southern Europe so that my mum can stay with us this upcoming week to assist with children and housework - mormor will arrive tomorrow. I thank our guardian angels that watched over Vera and that Noah is feeling better. What a week...