So, for those of you who don't know...the Thursday before Christmas, Josh broke his arm. Here's the scenario: I'm sitting at my desk in my classroom when the principal and the head of the daycare appear in the doorway. My first thought was, "Of course! The one time I'm sitting down & not up and teaching, the entire school administration comes for a visit." But then I saw how nervous they looked, and I got scared. They told me to hurry to the daycare office because Josh had hurt himself pretty badly.
Everything after that was a blur...I remember how white his face looked as he sat in a worker's lap, waiting for me...I remember him begging me to make his arm stop hurting..."put a cold washclof on it, Mommy...pwease give me medsin for it to stop hurting"...I remember thinking (as I ran as fast as I could across campus to get my carkeys) that of course THIS was the day I chose to wear the brand new pointed stiletto heels...there were no parking places anywhere near the ER and I had to lug a three-year old across two parking lots (again, in the stilettos)...I remember how I had to calm my rage and panic as the bored, methodical, we've-seen-it-all-and-your-case-by-far-isn't-the-worst ER employees asked me to sign in, take a seat, and wait for our turn...how I could tell how scared he was by the bright lights, unfamiliar noises, sharp smells, and sharp objects in the ER room, and how that made me choke up all the more because that showed me all the more how brave he was really being...how he buried his face in his daddy's chest when Kris got to the hospital and sat super-still after that until the doctor came in...
Once the X-Rays were finished and the cast was set, I finally got the whole story from him about what happened. Apparently, the whole preschool class was still really wound up from their Christmas party earlier that morning. Two girls in Josh's class, Alex & Bella (whom I hear about ALL the time..."Bella says I'm four, Mommy, but I'm really three, can you go up to the school and tell her she's wrong?...Alex tried to make me eat a bite of her lunch and she cried when I told her I wouldn't let her share with me") evidently were telling Josh that he didn't know how to jump right...or that he couldn't jump high enough...something like that.
So, of course...he climbed up on the highest table in the classroom and jumped. Onto the concrete floor. And tripped as he jumped. And landed on his right arm and the right side of his head. He showed them, didn't he. And when Kris asked him if he would ever jump off a table again, Josh said, "ummmmmmmmm... I tink I might later... but I'll make sure the gwound is weally soft first." Yep, lesson learned. I can't believe it's taken us three years to break something.