I'm going to make this short because I'm a sad and worried mommy tonight.
You know when you get an idea in your head? Well, my idea was always that Gutsy would be the first of the gremlins to break something.
I was wrong.
Geekster took Intrepid and Gutsy 3 1/2 hours away to visit the in-laws today. While they were there, tree-climbing fun was had. No problem, right? Boys, trees... they sort of go together.
That is, until a tree branch breaks and boys go falling.
Intrepid broke his leg very close to the hip. He's resting comfortably in the hospital in Peterborough, leg in traction and morphine soothing the aches away.
Either tonight or tomorrow (I'm guessing tomorrow at this point) he will be transported to the local children's hospital around here so they can put a pin in his leg and cast it.
When Geekster called to tell me the news, I had to hand Spawnling over to The Sister before I dropped to the floor. My back hit the wall and I nearly slid down in shock.
Ok, I know it's minor. I get that. I'm not stupid, ok? I'm The Maven. He'll be fine. But he's my baby. My baby. My firstborn. And right now he's in a hospital three hours away with people other than me taking care of him. And Gutsy is being treated like a prince at my in-laws' place, but I never packed him pajamas. What the hell is he going to sleep in tonight? (It truly amazes me where my mind goes. Those motherly instincts have no bounds).
When I was 13, I was hit by a car. It just happened to be when my mom was taking her first 'girls' weekend' away in, like, forever.
Karma is a bitch, isn't it?
I'll update when I know more.
You know when you get an idea in your head? Well, my idea was always that Gutsy would be the first of the gremlins to break something.
I was wrong.
Geekster took Intrepid and Gutsy 3 1/2 hours away to visit the in-laws today. While they were there, tree-climbing fun was had. No problem, right? Boys, trees... they sort of go together.
That is, until a tree branch breaks and boys go falling.
Intrepid broke his leg very close to the hip. He's resting comfortably in the hospital in Peterborough, leg in traction and morphine soothing the aches away.
Either tonight or tomorrow (I'm guessing tomorrow at this point) he will be transported to the local children's hospital around here so they can put a pin in his leg and cast it.
When Geekster called to tell me the news, I had to hand Spawnling over to The Sister before I dropped to the floor. My back hit the wall and I nearly slid down in shock.
Ok, I know it's minor. I get that. I'm not stupid, ok? I'm The Maven. He'll be fine. But he's my baby. My baby. My firstborn. And right now he's in a hospital three hours away with people other than me taking care of him. And Gutsy is being treated like a prince at my in-laws' place, but I never packed him pajamas. What the hell is he going to sleep in tonight? (It truly amazes me where my mind goes. Those motherly instincts have no bounds).
When I was 13, I was hit by a car. It just happened to be when my mom was taking her first 'girls' weekend' away in, like, forever.
Karma is a bitch, isn't it?
I'll update when I know more.