The Friday before Mothers' Day when DD#1 was in 5th grade, I got a call from my after-school caretaker advising me that DD had been run over by a Big Wheel, that they suspected her finger was broken and that her DH had taken DD to the hospital.
I met them in the ER, and the Dr. asked DD what happened. I started to explain what the babysitter told me, when the Dr. FIRMLY interrupted, saying "(Princess Aurora), what happened? Your mommy can wait in the hall if you want." DD way crying, saying she was embarrassed to tell, so I was "invited" to leave the room so DD would talk. Turns out that DD was standing on the back of a Big Wheel, the "driver" made a sharp turn, DD fell off, and the driver ran over her hand. All four of the knuckles on her left hand as well as her "naughty" finger were broken, and she was put in a cast from her fingertips to her elbow.
When we got home, I suggested that DD lie down until dinner was ready. She agreed, walked into her room, tripped over a coat hanger she had left on the floor, and fell face-first into her stucco bedroom wall. She was bloody from forehead to chin. She was scheduled to go to the dentist the next day, but I cancelled, not wishing to spend Mothers' Day in jail for child abuse.
We cleaned her up and she said she felt well enough to go to school on Monday. She attended a private Christian school with no playground, so the kids played wherever there was no traffic. Unfortunately, the was poison ivy. She came home covered in the stuff! Luckily, it was the last week of school, so I just kept her home the rest of the week. It may have been one of the worst weeks of my life; I KNOW it was one of hers!
Queen Colleen