Yesterday Jackson fell from his daddy's third floor apartment window. And he's basically fine. Other than some wicked scratches on his lower body, he's fine.
He was taken by ambulance to the hospital where they did a bunch of tests and determined that he was OK to go home. We think he must have fallen on his butt into the bushes below. When his daddy found him he was standing up, crying, but OK.
The moment I got the phone call and the first sight of Jackson were the worst moments of my life. I wouldn't wish that horror on anyone.
Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes, prayers and positive thoughts.
My baby walked out of the hospital last night eating pretzels. It's a total miracle.