Calling 9-11!!

One evening in August, Grant and I decided to run over to the church for an interview with the Stake Presidency (kind of like the head pastor and his counselors) to renew our temple recommend (we answer questions as to how we are living our life-- Do you believe in God? Are you honest?  That type of stuff... to be able to enter the temple.)  They normally take about 10-15 minutes.  So we planned to be gone about 45-60 minutes.  So we just left the girls home with Riana, who is 12.  We took separate cars (I can't even remember why... I think Grant or I was planning on staying for basketball afterwards.)  After we had been gone for only 5 minutes, Riana called and said that Calyssa had swallowed some bubbles and I told her to call Grant because he was better at knowing what to do.  (I found out later that there was a small container of "bubbles" on the kitchen table, which Calyssa knocked onto her face.  Because of her size, it dumped into her eyes and into her mouth.)  Then I drove on toward the church.  I said a quick prayer and felt a calmness over me, and somehow knew everything was going to be okay.  However, when I arrived at the church (a 10-15 minute drive), Grant was totally in a panic talking to Riana.  (He is never like this... he is always the calm one!)  I immediately lost the calm feeling and started to panic!!  Oh my goodness, I thought!!  I heard bits and pieces of the one-sided conversation... "She won't stop throwing up bubbles??"  "Is she breathing?"  "Ang, look up dish soap on your phone... and poison control's number."  However, my phone was not working very well and I couldn't get it to work during that moment.  He covered the phone and started talking to me about how it was actually liquid dish soap, which the girls had made into bubbles, and it is a surfactant and if it gets in your lungs, it can suffocate you!  My panic worsened with every moment.  Then he said, "Call 9-11 and at least ask for poison controls number."  I called them and they started asking information.  As I talked to them, they told me that they would send someone over right away.  Grant immediately left to go home.  I ran in and informed President M, who was so sweet and totally worried about our baby.  Then I sobbed the whole way home... and prayed my heart out!!  "Please let my baby be okay!!"  It was so strange to see a fire truck in front of my house, as I pulled up.  I ran in and saw about 6 huge firemen in my kitchen.  One was at the sink with Grant holding Calyssa under the running faucet.  I started sobbing again.  I didn't even know if she was okay or not... until she sat up and smiled, held her hands out and said, "Mama."  I started sobbing again.  "I think she is going to be okay," were the best words I could ever hear!!  Most of the soap ended up in her eyes, which is what they were washing out.  Her eyes stayed swollen through the next day.  The fireman gave her the cutest little bear, which she snuggled with every night for months.  So sweet!!  (At some point in the middle of her getting her eyes cleaned out, our sweet neighbor, Luke, came over to offer service... it was very thoughtful!)  I couldn't stop holding her and said many prayers of thanks that she was okay.  The girls all prayed too.  We are all so in love with our little Callie!!  What would we ever do without her???  I hope we never have to find out!

 

These pictures are so cute!  She is totally smiling through her swollen eyes.  I think she must've really been hurting too because she is biting the bear in over half of the pictures... poor girl!!