Saturday morning on the way to take the 2 cats to the vet, I get a phone call (this is paraphrased, could NOT tell you what the actual conversation was):
Me- Hello?
Hubby- “ he’s fine”
(first of all “he’s fine” is man-speak for-“CATASTROPHE averted, collateral damage report pending”)
Me- WHAT?
Hubby- “he fell out of a tree and we are on the way to the hospital in an ambulance”
Me-WHAT!!!! AMBULANCE?!!! A TREE? What happened? (pulled over now, crying, and heart thumping, cats meowing)
Hubby- “Honey, I am trying to tell you, he fell out of a tree onto his head…”
Me- (crying) A TREE? HIS HEAD? WHAT? HOW HIGH?
Hubby- “Honey he’s fine, it was 8 or 9 feet, let me tell you…….”
Me- “8 or 9 feet???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Do I need to come up there?” (looking aound to turn around on the highway and start driving north)
Hubby- “No Honey, he’s fine…here talk to him…”
Ambulance noises in the background, sans siren
Evan- “Mommy?”
Me- "yes my love it’s mommy, are you OK?”
Evan-“ I fell out of a tree Mommy, it hurt a lot, I am in the boo boo truck, and Mommy?”
Me- (choking back sobs) “yes baby?”
Evan- “It’s not as scary as you thought it would be…..
Oh my god, yes child of mine, it is, it is so much worse.
So I talked to him a few more minutes. They got him to the hospital, x-rays, CT scan, all was well. And thanks to the EMT’s who are scout dads, and mostly my hubby, my precious boy is safe.
And I am so very grateful for that.
He did manage to wheedle the Xray tech into giving him copies of the pictures of his ‘brain’. Which were pinned up on the window of his classroom all day Monday. Thanks Miss Susan ;-) And I didn't see this picture until they were home that afternoon, safe,in our kitchen- or I would have sprouted wings and flown to Sebring.
