Monday=Heart Attack Day

One chilly Monday afternoon, I was sitting in my chiropractor's office, eagerly awaiting my lovely chiro to come in and make me feel...well...aligned. My phone started ringing and when I saw the daycare's number I knew it probably wasn't good news. Here's a transcript of that conversation:

Director: "Hi Jen, I just wanted to call and let you know Sullivan fell on the playground."

Me: "Oh okay, is he alright?"

D: "Well....no.  He won't stop crying and is refusing to walk on his right leg. Is that one that was broken?"
Me: "Shit...yes."

D: "Soo...I think his leg might be broken again. Can you come get him?"
There was some more after this but with all the ringing in my ears I didn't really process much.

Yes you read that right. They told me he broke his freaking leg. Again. So I sprinted out of the office which is, thank God, right across the street from the daycare and cut across several lanes of traffic while envisioning a long night in the ER. I called Mac, who proceeded to freak the hell out, and told him to pack a bag of stuff to keep us fed and entertained. 

Thirty seconds later I pulled up with screeching tires and ran inside only to find my kiddo running down the damn hallway.  Yes. Running. Full on sprinting as he chased his friends around. I threw a skeptical look at the director who swore up and down that when she called, he was crying and refusing to walk on the leg. Like, two minutes ago. When I finally caught up to him and asked him where his leg hurt, he pointed to his foot then ran off again. So once my blood pressure finally returned to normal, my first job was to call the husband and calm him down. Easier said than done, that's for sure. My husband tends to panic quickly.

Once we got home and Sullivan was thoroughly examined, we declared him free from injury and celebrated with a few glasses of wine after putting the little guy to bed. Holy crap, you guys, that phone call is awful to get the first time and it sure as hell isn't any better the second time around.  The director appologized to us the next day for getting all worked up but I get why she called so quickly.  When a kid who can faceplant then keep going without crying is unconsolable and limping, it's time to worry. 

I really do see more ER visits in our future. Maybe I should just wrap him in bubble wrap now and save myself the trouble later. I think that's a valid plan.