The day starts out with a bang. While getting ready to head out to Zion, G is playing on the playground and falls from the monkey bars. While I was standing right there. It happened so fast I couldn't stop him from hitting the ground hard, and I'm pretty sure his wrist is broken. Now let me just say I am NOT a mom who overreacts. I have taken each kid to the ER exactly once so far and it was after calling the doctor and having them tell me to go in. And I mentioned before that I lack a sympathy gene, so I more often than not tell the boys to walk it off. But not this time. I knew the way G was shaking and just holding his arm told me it was time for an X-Ray and a cast (I may have broken a few bones in my day). We come back to the RV and I tell Mike we need to go to an Urgent Care right away. I noted where one was on the way in because, well, I'm G's mom and I knew we had had a good long 4 year run of NOT having an injury from his daredevil acts. I ALWAYS know where the closest hospital is!
On the way to the hospital, Mike and I learn a hard parenting lesson: don't ever sound like you are blaming the other parent for something in front of your kid. Mike asks me, "where were you?!" while driving. This makes me start crying because I already felt awful about it happening and I was literally standing right there but it happened too fast. He wasn't trying to accuse me, but in him trying to get an idea of what happened he sounded like he did and G definitely heard it. While we were in the waiting room at the Urgent Care G turns to me asks "why didn't you catch me? where were you?" UGH. Heart. Broken. I guess even though I feel awful G had to learn the important lesson that we just WON'T always be there to catch him. He's been so fearless with his body without injury for so long we're almost relieved that we finally have something to point to in saying, "but you could get hurt." I still hate that it happened, but am looking for a silver lining.
In the waiting room we sit across from a mother who is bringing in her youngest son (8 years), the "caboose" of 5 kids. He says he wants a baby sibling in his family. It's like in their blood here to MAKE MOAR BABIES!!!! They are so nice though and the little boy makes G laugh. The facility is SO nice and we only have to wait like 20 minutes. In that time I get to see real life Kimmy Schmidt Mole Women in the waiting room (Mike later tells me "that's just how Mormons dress Kathleen." I am not as worldly as I thought). While waiting G is such a toughie. He hasn't cried since we got there and is already finding ways of holding and moving his broken arm with his good arm (thank goodness he hurt his left arm!).
We go back to see the intake nurse and then the doctor and G is chatting them both up like he's know them his whole life. At one point he says to the doctor, "excuse me, Dr. Orr said I don't get more pokes (shots) until I'm in 6th grade so you don't need to give me any pokes, OK?" At least he can recite his own medical history by 4. We get X-rays from a tech (on site imaging! a one stop shop! we really lucked out) who is just as nice as the nurse and the doctor before her. Geez, these people love kids! Between the facility and the care we got I am giving a big ups to Intermountain Healthcare in Hurricane, Utah. We confirm what I already knew that he broke two bones in his wrist (buckle fracture) and they splint and wrap it in a temporary cast until we can get a full cast back home.
We leave around 11:30 and head to Dairy Queen (again!) for a celebratory 'first broken bone' lunch. Please note that this happened at 9:30 and we were one our way by 11:30. Well done to all the parties involved! G is functioning like nothing happened and showing me how he can do everything with one hand. This kid's resilience is amazing.
After lunch we head to Zion for a scenic drive. The boys snooze and the adults enjoy the amazing views of the park from the RV. We know we will come back tomorrow to hike so we aren't too worried about squeezing it all in today. It's pretty awesome that we were able to rally to have a nice day in the park after all.
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| The sky is almost surreal blue against the mountains. |
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| Where the Buffalo roam |
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| tunnel! |
There is a mile long tunnel that we get to drive through and the boys are awake for the return trip on that. We let Arlo sit on my lap for part of the 10 mph single lane drive in park. Total badass.
On the way home we stop in Virgin, UT and they have a fake Old West town set up with a petting zoo that G and Mike explore while I hang in the RV with sleeping Arlo. Mike takes the cutest picture of G with his cast and sling sitting on a covered wagon and he looks like a scene out of Oregon Trail.
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| I snicker every time I see Virgin Jail. Because I'm 12. Same with Ass Saloon. |
We come back home and switch camping spots as we were right across from the playground and pool and now we don't even want it in eyesight. I make a tasty bacon and blue-cheese burger dinner with my newly invented Mexican salad (homemade cumin lime dressing) and sautéed corn "off" the cob. I love camp cooking. Everyone goes to bed happy after a campfire, s'mores (this becomes an activity rather than a food for us) and a late night sunset walk. What cute guys I have!
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| RV still life |
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