I really hope bad luck just comes in pairs

My life feels incredibly apocalyptic right now. I’ve spent the last twenty four hours worrying about Annie and her broken arm. I don’t think I slept much last night because I feared she woke wake in pain. Of course, she didn’t. I was afraid she’d get her splint off again (she did at dinner last night) before we got into her room this morning. Of course, she didn’t. She was running around like a normal almost-two year old this morning, splint and all. After lunch she received her incredibly awesome hot pink cast, which runs from just below her elbow to the palm of her hand, and wraps around her thumb. The ortho doctor told Doug that she has a “bend” in her bone, not a “break” so the cast is actually just to keep her arm safe, and not to set the bone. She’ll recover just fine, and I’m sure I will too in about 10 years.

For a change of scenery this afternoon, we walked down our road to get Meg from the bus. It was quite chilly, but the air felt good and I was hoping the freshness would change some sour moods. All was fine and dandy until Izzie became intimate friends with the gravel road, face first. When I picked her up, she was covered in blood, but I couldn’t figure out from where. Once I removed her hat, I found out; she took a good chunk out of her forehead and blood was pouring down her face. She scraped her tiny nose and ate a mouthful of gravel. I’m sure she’ll recover just fine too, and is sporting a Barbie bandaid on her forehead, which she thinks is quite fashionable.

So I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Meg and Drew stay out of harm’s way for a few more days so I can regain my sanity. Our visit with Annie to the emergency room was the first one since we had kids, so I’m thankful for that. I’m pretty sure we’re not going to get away with just one visit during our kids’ childhoods, so I need to find a way to prepare myself. It’s horrible when there isn’t a damn thing you can do to protect your children from accidents. I understand that is the meaning of accident, but as a parent, I feel horrible that my children got hurt. I also understand that I can’t live in a bubble to protect them either, although that could solve some of my problems. So, I’ll just do what I can to protect them and hope we’re in for a stretch of good luck for awhile.


5 thoughts on “I really hope bad luck just comes in pairs

  1. OH no! Poor you! Poor Izzie!Here’s to hoping that this is as bad as it gets. I know that your worry is WAY worse than their pain — one of the many joys of parenthood.

  2. ER visits always scare the crap out of me. I’m terrified that social services will think that I somehow inflicted whatever we’re there for. One time, Chloe’s elbow dislocated when she and DH were playing a pillow game on the couch and I went to pick her up from under the pillows (I thought I had her pits, but actually had one pit and one elbow crook), and when we took her to the ER, with me all 7mo pregnant with Patrick, she yelled for everyone to hear, ‘My Mommy didn’t MEAN to hurt me!!!’ Oh, holy shit, I thought they would not only take her, but cut me open and take Patrick, too!!!

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