I'm not religious, but any good thoughts will help me at least. This afternoon at 3 my daughter Salinger who's 5yrs old had a 5 foot fall onto her nose and eye onto the edge of a table and split both open. I was sitting 3 feet away and saw the entire thing. My husband took over at the hospital at 7pm and I came home with my son to feed him and put him to bed. It's now almost 11pm. I've been sitting by the window holding the phone since 7pm with word that everything is going to be fine and they are on their way home. 20 minutes ago my husband called and said that the glue didn't hold and the gashes are big. They are putting her under to stitch her up. She got on the phone and was exhausted and tired and I was telling her how much I loved her when the connection broke up. I've had a fear of dying under anesthetic since I was child. I'm crying so hard right now and just came online tonight as a distraction. So whatever good thoughts you can send. I'm so upset that this is happening. Everything can change so-fast. The worst part about having children is this-very-thing. There is nothing worse. I can't even imagine.