Good Vibes Needed

So I told you yesterday that I'd share more on our eventful evening.

Let me start off with saying that its a shame such a wonderful evening ended this way, but here's the preface:

Mom and Dad invited the fam over for dinner on Sunday evening. Steve was not feeling well, so only the little guys and I went.

We had a wonderful dinner. The boys were well behaved, and Dad got to spend time with them. Harrison especially liked being fed some succotash from him. :)

So then the plan was to get ice cream, which we did. We stopped at the Carvel Ice Cream stand and all had some small cones, and Harrison crawled around the table and helped all of us eat ours. It was super cute and he got super messy and got me super messy. Oh this is also why a project I was going to share this week is going to have to get washed first. He got chocolate ice cream on me from my shoulder down to my pants. Gotta love that kid. :)

So after ice cream, I suggested we all get some coffee (shocking, I know) and that I'd get the tab while the boys played  on the playground. Well en route to coffee, Dev pipes up from the backseat that he has to go potty. So as soon as we get to the restaurant, Dad hops out of the car and pulls Dev out the very back and takes him to the men's room. Meanwhile, the rest of us are getting out of the car. Mom's got Harrison and I've got purses and the sippy cup and we proceed to cross the parking lot. Well it was dusk, and none of the lights were on yet. Mom and I didn't see the pothole in the parking lot. Her foot found it, she lost her balance and her ankle turned. On the way down, Mom twisted so as not to fall onto Harrison, but in the process her knee and lower leg find the pavement. Then her right arm does - with all 26 lbs of Harrison on it. She's hurt. I drop to the ground with her and get Harrison off her arm, but quickly realize that she's really hurt. I put Harrison in her lap and run to the men's room to get Dad.

Dad comes out and tells me Dev is still in the stall, so I run out with him to get Harrison and call 911. Mom's arm is really hurting. I run back in, only to find that Dev was no longer in the restroom, and some very nice gentleman told me that Dev had left, after I burst into the men's room looking for him. As I come out of the restroom, Dev passes me on his back to the front of the restaurant. I grab him, and go back outside.

There's now a small crowd around Mom, Dad is with her and he tells me to put the boys in the car. So I open the liftgate and tell Dev to play his DS and to let Harrison watch so that he's occupied as well. Well the one time Harrison doesn't want to be distracted by the DS is now. Great. Out comes the cell phone. I tell Harrison to play with that and to not move. Dev is in charge. I go back to Mom. The ambulance has finally arrived.

They load Mom up and take her on to the hospital. I take Dad back to his house to get his car, then we all hightail it to the hospital, while calling Steve to tell him to come out here so that he can get the kids.

After some time in the ER, the kids visit with Mom and distract her quite well, but then its time for them to go to bed. I stay with Mom and Dad. Mom is not a good patient. We find out that she's dislocated her right elbow and has fractured her arm.

So after 4 hours, we finally leave the ER with Mom in a splint and directions to see an ortho specialist the next day.

Today we find out that Mom's arm is broken, but in a week they'll be able to tell if she's going to need surgery or not on the bone.

So I'm only asking for some good healing vibes from all of you readers. Mom needs them. She's doing much better today, but its her right arm and she's right handed. No sewing, knitting, or embroidery.

This is going to be a very long healing time for her, but I think Dev and I are going to make her some sling bling to brighten up that ugly blue sling. :) By the way, there was not a scratch on Harrison. Mom protected him from the fall. I just wish it hadn't been at the expense of her arm.

Thanks so much for reading my story guys.