Dear Tyson,
Do you want to know how much I regret that I told you “I can’t right now” when you said “I want to hold you” this morning? I should’ve picked up you up and squeezed you tight & dealt with everything else I was doing at the time a little later.
Our normal Tuesday morning is chores, then to the gym so I can get a workout in while you & Trent play at the daycare there before we all go to the pool. Then we usually go to Ninth Street for lunch because I’m lazy & I still tend to hope you might fall asleep on the way home, even though it’s been awhile since that’s actually happened. This morning was different because you’re potty training, so I left bootcamp twice to get you to the potty. You were a champ & kept your big boy undies dry! Then just as I was headed to rinse off & get in my swimsuit, they paged me to the daycare. I laughed (not a true happy-laugh, but an ironic-laugh) and asked your aunt Julie if we thought it was poop or pee they were calling me for, assuming you had a potty accident. But then another friend came in & asked if they’d gotten a hold of me yet because you were hurt & that super-sucky feeling of my heart sinking to my toes hit hard.
You were crying & they said you hurt your arm on the slide. I thought it was surely no big deal, but it looked just a little goofy right above your elbow. So your paramedic mom, who is the first to stand on a soapbox and say “take your hurt kid to the pediatric hospital and do not pass go at the community one” carried you to my truck while you screamed & I tried to hold your arm in place, and drove you the mile to the little hospital. You didn’t stop screaming. I hoped that they might say it was a tiny dislocation that they could fix, but after listening to you scream in a way that my tough little boy doesn’t scream, I feared we’d be headed to a pediatric hospital anyway. Of course I wouldn’t want you to have to make the trip in an ambulance but that’s what we did– with you saying “Mommy come with me in the ambulance!” while they placed you on their stretcher. Oh sweet boy, they weren’t taking you anywhere without ME.
So here we are, sitting at the ER at Cardinal Glennon. It’s now been over 4 hours since I thought we were headed to the pool. At this point, we know you fractured your humerus right above the elbow & they want to do surgery to place a pin. But we don’t know when & the waiting game is terrible.
You’re sleeping, covered in the baby blanket your aunt made you & with your froggy in your good arm– both of which your awesome grandma brought to us at the first hospital because we are so blessed that she will drop everything & run to us. Listening to you softly snore is a reminder that you will truly be okay, and there are roughly 600,388 other things that could be happening to you that would easily fall into the category of WORSE THAN A BROKEN BONE.
Thankfully, your aunt was at the rec center to take care of your brother so that stinker still got to go to the pool. And thankfully, your grandma came to hold you at the ER when I had to run to the potty. And thankfully, a whole slew of friends & family have texted to ask how they can help us out. And thankfully, we got an ambulance with an awesome crew who didn’t make me feel like crap for not taking my hurt kid straight to the pediatric hospital. And thankfully, your daddy was able to leave his fire academy for a bit to meet us right at the ambulance when we made it across the river. Little man, you & I are incredibly blessed.
While we wait, I’ll pray. While you snore, I’ll get my priorities straight. While the doctors make a plan, I’ll pray some more & remember all the things we are thankful for.
It’s just a bone. It is a crappy way to start summer & I really have no idea what we’re in for. But hallelujah, it’s just a bone. So together, we’ll carry on & have some stories to tell!
Love you forever & ever, and here to cover you with kisses until they kick me out,
Mommy
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