The Wild family had a heart flutter last night when we had to call an ambulance to take Lachlan to PMH (the children's hospital).

Everything was ok in the end, but he had a patch of about an hour when he showed most of the symptoms of something sinister like ma-ninja cockle (phonetically). I can tell you it is a very scarey experience seeing your child barely able to keep his head up straight and stay conscious and there is not a single thing you can do.

Within an hour and a half he is cracking jokes with me on a hospital bed in the emergency section and driving his truck on the floor with his new little friend "Lightning McQueen". Not like the racing car but the green teddy that the ambulance driver gave him.

Was it a blocked sinus passage that was putting pressure on this head or did God answer the prayers that were being made? In the end I don't think it matters.

Perspective is a word that comes to mind. We had all our bricks delivered to our slab yesterday and the care factor right now is zero.