And that's when we heard it.
An odd cry. It was loud, squeaky and high-pitched. And strange hyperventilating breathing between each squeak.
Honestly I had no idea who was crying. And I know each one of my boys' cries. This did not sound good.
As I finished changing Tweetle, John announced from the kitchen, "I think Calvin broke his arm. We need to take him to the E.R."
And everything got a little hectic and frantic at that point. John is very mellow and never ever exaggerates, so I felt a bit flustered at his sense of urgency.
Our kids were all over the house...not properly dressed...John loaded Calvin into the van while I just ran around the house, holding Twain, like a chicken with its head cut off.
"John can you take him?", I pleaded. I was pretty grossed out.
John thought he should stay home and cook dinner, but I somehow convinced him that his calm demeanor would be more helpful to Calvin. I went to the van where Calvin was still crying. I kissed my 5 year old baby goodbye and off they went.
I made a few phone calls to my mom and mom-in-law.
Finn dragged me into the scene of the crime, my bedroom. He claimed that Calvin was jumping on my bed and then flew across the room and crashed into our desk.
I was pretty sure Calvin broke his arm because he rarely cries that much. That kid is one tough cookie. He once got violently pelted in the shoulder with a disk on the Frisbee golf course at Hume and had a HUGE bruise on his shoulder. He barely complained. My other children are far more dramatic and would have been wailing uncontrollably, I'm sure.
Then I started cooking dinner with a nervous ball of energy. Should I go to the ER? Am I a bad mother for staying at home? I decided to wait for the news...if he broke his arm, I would head over right away.
I took forever to cook tacos because I could not focus. I just wanted to cry.
Instead I prayed that lil Gege would be ok.
My sweet mother in law, Betty, lives just up the street and she insisted on coming over right away.
I tried calling John but got no answer.
Betty was very cheerful and calm and I started to feel a bit better. She always has a way of de-escalating stressful events.
The doc did not know if it was broken...they were gonna do an x-ray as soon as the tech arrived. Calvin was no longer crying, so that was good.
I served up dinner and ate a taco. A million thoughts were on my mind. Poor little Gege. I just wanted to hold him.
A heard the garage door open and John and Calvin walked through the door.
Calvin looked very mellow and out-of-it. He had a splint on his right arm.
John said "Oh, I forgot to call...Calvin broke his arm".
I asked Calvin how he was doing and he said "ok" in a bummed-out Ross Geller tone of voice.
He broke his right arm(radius by wrist). I will have to take him in tomorrow to set the break and get a cast on. I am still not 100% certain how Calvin broke his wrist. He claims that he fell off the desk and landed on his arm...he said he was not jumping on the bed like Finn accused...who knows.
I gave him some motrin. He just wanted to sit on my lap. So we sat together for a while, which was very sweet. He will always be my little snuggle bug.
And then after a bit, he wanted to get up and play, and even insisted on helping clean up toys. Seriously Calvin is such a trooper.
Hopefully if all goes well tomorrow, I plan on taking Calvin to Target to get a Star Wars toy.