Tuesday, February 12, 2013

And the award for first child to break a bone goes to ...

Things have been slightly overwhelming lately, but I’m starting to feel like I can almost breathe again.  They’re shallow breaths, but at least I’m breathing. Things took a turn for the crazy on Friday when Chloe came home with a very sore arm after a fall at cheerleading practice.  It was the cheer team’s last practice before their competition on Sunday, and they had just gotten their new cheer uniforms that very day.  Dale took Chloe to emergency after practice and the x-rays showed a broken humerus.  Insert over-used joke here.  I have to mention that Dale and Chloe were back home in 90 minutes – that included x-rays, seeing the doctor and travel time.  Yay, Manitoba healthcare!  Anyway, the much anticipated new-uniform-wearing competition was out of the question.  Chloe had been so looking forward to it and was heartbroken.  She was a trouper; she didn’t cry once about the pain, but when the doctor told her she wouldn’t be doing cheer for a while, she wept.  When you put it in perspective, it’s a small blip, but perspective isn’t always easy to come by.  Her disappointment made for a heavy heart for all of us.  Neve cried more than Chloe did. 
The good news is that as far as broken bones go, Chloe did it right.  Not only was it a clean break (the bone was still in alignment), the pediatric orthopaedic specialist we were referred to said yesterday that the humerus is one of the fastest-healing bones in the body.  He didn’t even cast it; she just has a sling to support and protect it and said she can move her arm and use it as much as feels comfortable. We have to get it checked again in three weeks, and as long as it feels okay, she can go back to cheerleading then.  
Chloe’s been amazing – in her usual independent fashion, she rarely asks for help with anything and is managing very well, even though she has to do everything with her left hand.  She insisted on going to watch her cheer team compete on Sunday, and when they won a trophy, they sent her up to accept it.  Their next competition is in April, so she should be good to go by then.
The broken arm was just part of a busy weekend.  Happy hour, yoga, gymnastics, family movie night, birthday party, and friends over for appetizers and drinks on Saturday, followed by dinner at Wasabi.  My dinner was amazing; I will be back.  On Sunday we went skating at the Forks with Jim and Sabrina and Bob and Jan.  The weather was beautiful and every other person within a 50 mile radius was also there (except Chloe).  Chloe always uses my skates, so finally I got a chance to skate.  Silver lining, people.  It was a lot of fun, and we vowed to do it again soon.  I love the little warming huts along the river – so creative and cool to see. 
Wasabi - crawl to Mama, caterpillar roll

The nieces
Also this weekend, Dale dropped Spencer off at fencing on Saturday morning, watched as Spencer went into the building, and then drove off.  Turns out fencing was cancelled (can’t be expected to read every email they send) and instead of asking someone in the building if he could use a phone, he decided to walk home.  His fencing class is four kilometres from home, in the far end of Wolseley.  He had to cross a few busy streets, make a few turns and cross a bridge, but he managed - all while carrying his fencing sword (it was in a carrying case).  I questioned his judgement slightly, but I couldn’t help but be impressed that he found his way home.  I honestly had no idea he was that resourceful.  I guess I can’t abandon him in the woods if we’re short on food.
It’s only Tuesday, but it’s been one of those weeks you can’t wait to get to the end of.  I’m busy at work, valentine’s day preparations are in full swing, there is lots of school-related pressure (Mom, I need to bring an empty box to school.  Mom, I need $10 to go on a field trip to Festival du Voyageur.  Mom, I need a million valentines.  Mom, you have to fill in this form.  Mom, can you volunteer for 100 Day.  Mom, I want to bring cake pops for my birthday for everyone in my class and for everyone in the grade 2/3 split class too.  Mom, can you write out my homework for me because my right arm is broken) and Neve’s birthday party is always at the front of my mind.  We’re planning a little getaway this coming weekend, which will be awesome, but it condenses the busy-ness.  I guess I’ve been thinking about everything too much because I couldn’t fall asleep Sunday night.  I figure I got three hours of sleep at the absolute most, and even those three hours were broken up.  By the end of the day yesterday, I was close to tears (which is saying a lot – I only cry about once every two years).  Thankfully I had a long, solid sleep last night and feel like a new person today.  But in the midst of my exhaustion yesterday, this is a conversation I had with Spencer:
Spencer:  I have to bring soup cans to school tomorrow.
Me:  Empty soup cans?
Spencer: (looking horrified) No!  They’re to donate to Winnipeg Harvest.  Who donates empty cans??
Me:  Oh.  Does it have to be a certain kind of soup?
Spencer:  No.
Me:  Okay, I’ll write it on the list.
Spencer:  They have to be red because we’re building a sculpture with the cans.
Me:  The soup has to be red?  Like tomato soup?
Spencer:  No.  It doesn’t matter what kind.
Me:  So the can has to be red?
Spencer:  No, it doesn’t have to be a can.
Me:  But the packaging has to be red, like Campbell’s soup?
Spencer:  No, it doesn’t matter what kind.
This is where I bang my head against the wall and decide to continue conversation on a day when I've had more sleep.
He’s lucky he’s got a good sense of direction or I would’ve taken him for a drive to the woods.


Anonymous said...

Oh Ellen...sorry to hear about your crazy week. Super glad you are going to get away this weekend though. Hope you enjoy it and sleep well.

P.S. I love your blogging...I love your tying it all up together sentence at the end. It made me laugh. :)

Anonymous said...

Oh my gosh - I am supposed to be working but took a break and got to laugh out loud!! What a great break!!

Too hilarious - all of it. Except Chloe's broken humerus. But parts of it were funny. Because of what you wrote.

I gotta go back to work!!