I don't know how to even begin this post or if I even want to for that matter, but here goes. On Sunday, January 20th, while we were at our church small group, Levi put his finger in an exercise bike and that's when my nightmare began. I in no way am going to go into all of the details or all of the emotions that I felt because to be honest, I can't change the past. All I can do is move forward. So, to save the scary details, we ended up at Vanderbilt's ER. Doctors were hopeful at first but soon realized that there was no way they could save his finger. It had to be amputated at the first joint. It was crushing news, but at the time, I just wanted them to do something to make him better and if that is what they thought they needed to do then so be it. We got him out of the ER and brought him home about 2:00am Monday morning. We all crawled in our bed, and I slept a couple of hours before jumping up to check on teh boys (who had went to Becky's) and to drop Levi's prescriptions off. When I came home, Levi woke up for a short time, took his medicine, and went back to sleep. He slept till 12:30 Monday afternoon. The boys were so wanting to see him and to make sure that he was ok, that they just sat on my bed and watched him. Lofton sat there for quite some time by himself just watching him and telling me how much he wanted to just give him a kiss. Landon then came in and hung out for awhile with them. THey have such a sweet bond; it is incredible, and I am extremely proud of them. After they were satisfied that Levi was going to be ok, they went to Amy's to hang out for awhile and to get their minds off of things. We were shown so much love and support during this time. The love and prayers are the only thing that got me through. Since Levi came into my life, I've experienced the peace that passes all understanding twice. Once when I was pregnant with him and so worried about him and his health and during this. My mom came up and spent the week with us, which was such a blessing. We were also showered with food and gifts from so many. So, with his brother's support, our support, and the support of all of our friends and family, Levi has bounced back. He was back at church the Wednesday after the ordeal, and he went to the circus with me, the boys, and Pop Pop who also came down to see him. As I write this, it's been two weeks, and he is just sporting a band aide. He's starting to use his hand again, and honestly since about the second day after it happened, he has just been his sweet, bubbly little self! I know that we are extremely blessed. I know that so many parents walk in to Vanderbilt children's hospital with a sick/hurt child but do not walk out with one. I am blessed to have healthy children; I need to focus on that and to be happy for what I do have and not angry or sad for what I don't have.