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Monday, April 11, 2011

A Little Scare...

One of the horrible things about being a mother is seeing your kid sick or hurt.  Doesn't matter if you were furious with them a few minutes before....it all melts away when you realize that they are hurt.  It's a knot in your stomach.  And your heart feels like it's being crushed.  And this was just a minor injury.

You see, Kendall was babysitting her cousins, Ryan & Analise, Sunday morning at our house.  Because Kendall was babysitting, not me, I left to run my Sunday morning errands.  She said she'd be fine.  Why wouldn't she?  So I went & visited Don at work...went to Kohls.  Even talked to her a few times on the phone.  As I'm leaving Kohl's I get this phone call:

Kendall:  "Mom, I'm sorry, but Analise spilled her chocolate milk on the table & it ruined your Bunny invitations.  I tried to clean it up, but they're ruined."

Me (a little...um, irritated):  "Kendall, really, why didn't you clean the stuff of the table before you put the kids at it?  It was covered with stuff & you should have known they'd make a mess.  They're little kids!"

Kendall (now crying):  "I know mom, I'm so sorry.  But I have to go clean up my arm.  There's blood all over it."

Me:  "Blood?  I thought they spilled chocolate milk?  What's going on?"

Kendall:  "I ran upstairs to get a towel to clean up the mess & when I ran down the stairs I missed a step & hit my arm on the stairs."

Me:  "Are you ok?  Do I need to come home?"

Kendall:  "I'm fine.  I just really hurt my arm."

Me:  "I can come home.  If you're ok, why are you crying so hard?"

Kendall:  "I'm sorry about the invitations, mom..."

(I was a little irritated about the invitations, but I said that already, right?  I feel bad about that...she feels bad about that...)

(a few more rounds of this...)

Kendall:  "I'm fine. Dad will be home in a few minutes."

(15 minutes later)

Don:  "Just letting you know I'm going to take Kendall to the ER."

Me:  "What?!"

Don:  "She hit her arm pretty hard & can't move her wrist, I think its broken."

(Now I feel like the worst mother on the planet.  Awful. Unfeeling.  I cannot believe I almost yelled at her...thank goodness I wasn't that heartless...)

So I rushed home & grabbed Kendall & took her to the ER.  Don stayed home with the kids.  Several hours, xrays & tears later, it is not broken.  Just bruised & battered.  Every time the nurses or doctor touched her arm & made her cry I had to choke back tears & the urge to punch them in the face.  She was so miserable.  But then I cheered her up by taking her photo.  You know how much she loves that!
As of today, one day later, it's still hurting.  And she wimpers like a puppy when she accidently hits it on something.  But it's going to be just fine.  And so are we.

3 comments:

  1. oh no! this is terrible...i am glad she is ok. but your story made me giggle because i could actually hear the phone convo in my head. ;)

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  2. I can imagine. :( Sending lots of healing vibes her way - hopefully it's pain-free as I am reading this.

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  3. she is on the mend...taking longer than we would hope, but a 4 day field trip to california, which included disneyland, will do that to you.

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