Recovering

The days since the accident have been blessed. We realize more and more what an absolute miracle it is that Gracie is okay.

There is NO point of impact on her body - even though (our neighbor says) Gracie went flying like a ragdoll close to 30 feet down the alley.

She shows no signs of emotional trauma - aside from extra caution in roadway/parking lot situations (she immediately grabs Michael's hand). And she had some anxiety Friday night when we got home from the hospital, about Michael leaving to talk to the neighbors. When she heard the back door shut and knew he was going to cross the alley, she wailed, "oh noooooo! Daddy will get hit by a car!" Of course, we assured her that NObody will be hit by a car, because we will all be extra careful around roads.

The doctors warned us of how sore she would be Saturday and Sunday and sent us home with a narcotic laced super-Tylenol. However, Gracie has been sleeping well with simple Motrin, and her only complaints of soreness have been as she RUNS or PLAYS around the house. Her back, near her tailbone, has been sore (though there's no bruising), and her jaw is hurting enough that she hasn't eaten solid foods yet. (A major bummer, since she was really excited for Chickfila nuggets on the way home from the hospital.)

As long as she's eaten enough and not too tired, she's been cheerfully milking the attention. The EMT's gave her a purple stuffed bear, Daddy got her a pink stuffed poodle, Aunt Angie brought over a princess puzzle and other little goodies, and her cousins sent a little castle with stickers - so she's pretty sure she can have whatever she wants. In fact, on Sunday morning she asked for a baby zebra for her birthday. *Ahem*