It's so easy to take things for granted when the movements, shuffling about, and routines of the day keep the mind occupied and busy. Like today, for example.
I was busy cooking dinner (chili!), Hank was feeding Kate, and Alison and Henry were out in the back playing. Suddenly I heard wailing from the backyard, followed by shouting. "Come help! Help!" Usually Hank and I run a little triage by first assessing how serious and high pitched the screams are before dashing to their rescue. (Once when Alison was wee, she screamed a blood curdling scream from outside -- I dashed outside only to find that she was actually squealing from delight). So screams come in a variety of pitches and levels of shrillness, and they don't always signal an emergency. Usually one of the kids has something mild, like a scraped knee or poked eye or a bonked head. But today was different.
Today my heart dropped to my knees when I saw Hank pause before rushing outside. You see, today's screams were of the ohmygodsomethinghashappened variety. Immediately I joined Hank outside, my voice suddenly no longer my own. "What happened? Oh my God, what happened?"
Little Henry was on the grass yelling in pain. Alison quickly gave me the update, "Henry was trying to get down (from the slide). . . I tried to help him. . . I tried, Mama, but he started falling.....and then he just slipped out of my hands. He's hurt, Mama."
Immediately I checked for bumps on his head. (Those always scare me most) All clear.
I looked for blood. All clear.
"His arm. He's not moving his arm." Hank notices.
At this point, Kate was screaming a my-dinner-was-interrupted scream so Hank took her inside. And Henry continued to cry. So I held him. I just held him and rocked him in my arms like a baby. I kissed his forehead while he cried. And cried. And cried.
When Alison wrapped her arms around the two of us, he cried harder and sobbed deeper. My little boy was in pain. My rough and tumble boy was now suddenly fragile and little and scared and sad.
Once inside the house, Henry pleaded to go to his room to take a nap. "Tired, Mama....I'm tired....." he kept saying through his tears and sobbing. In an effort to see if he could move his arm, Hank said, "Henry give me five up high....." That only made Henry cry harder.
"Do you want a piece of licorice?" I tried.
More tears.
"I think he needs to go to the emergency room," Hank stated.
Even more tears.
After much persuasion, Hank managed to get Henry into the car. Alison and I watched Henry cry as they backed out of the driveway. It was so hard to watch them drive away.
******FLASH FOWARD THREE HOURS*********
Hank just called from the emergency room. I can hardly hear him as there's so much damn static in our connection. It doesn't really matter, though, because my brain is only taking in parts of the conversation. All I hear is broken arm........lots of swelling......stay overnight........ different hospital..... ambulance......... possibility of surgery...... circulation problems....... monitoring..... good pediatric orthopedist....... very brave..... didn't cry.
And then he hands the phone over to Henry, and suddenly the line is crystal clear. I hear Henry's little voice pushing through the line, "I love you forever, Mama." I hear a little break in his voice, but he recovers. He's trying hard to be brave for Mama.
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The house is still and quiet now. The girls are asleep, and the rest of the evening is mine. Usually I spend this free time tidying up the house and closing up shop. But tonight I leave Henry's room as is. His bed that he "unmade" shortly after I made it. His toys strewn about. The book on the bathroom floor. The socks in the hallway. His trucks on the sofa.
I will leave this mess, these traces of my little boy. I will leave them just so. They'll be ready for him when he returns home. God I can't wait.
Oh my! My heart goes out to you. Best wishes for a speedy recovery for Henry. Hopefully he'll look back on the event as a big adventure where he was very brave. (And you too!)
Posted by: Suzette | August 15, 2005 at 12:12 AM
Oh Leslie, I know this is so hard. He'll be fine - he's a tough little fella and already so brave, just take your cues from him. I'll be thinking of you and sending good thoughts your way.
Posted by: Cassi | August 15, 2005 at 12:41 AM
Leslie, how hard. Warm hugs and get better quickly thoughts to you all. xx
Posted by: Nicole | August 15, 2005 at 01:12 AM
Oh poor little Henry! And poor Mama and Daddy. I had tears in my eyes reading this and thought of my little Mia and how she'll get into scrapes and bumps in the years to come. Lots of big hugs to your brave little boy.
Posted by: Nichola | August 15, 2005 at 02:32 AM
Oh dear Leslie I hope you're alright. This must be one of those moments when it's really hard to be a mama. Your little boy away from you in hospital. I'm not a mama and I don't have mama ambitions but I can imagine that although they do leave the house occasionally you rather send them off to school then to a hospital. So having the house to yourself must have been awful instead of fun. My thoughts are with you and little "boef" Henry.
To happy returns :o)
Posted by: Yvonne | August 15, 2005 at 03:14 AM
Oh sweet Henry!! And poor Mama...how awfully traumatic for everyone. I do hope his arm heals fast (as those young ones do!), and that everyone is able to be back in each others arms again so very very soon. Thinking of you!!
Posted by: amanda | August 15, 2005 at 03:56 AM
Awwww... poor guy. He sounds so brave. Hope he gets to feeling better real soon.
Posted by: alexis | August 15, 2005 at 06:49 AM
Poor little guy! I hope he is much better today and is home soon where you can spoil him rotten.
Posted by: amanda8 | August 15, 2005 at 07:31 AM
Oh my gosh. Poor little guy and you/Hank as well. I hope he heals soon and running around again back to normal.
Posted by: Ani | August 15, 2005 at 07:33 AM
WoW! I can imagine how you must be feeling. I got all teary reading this. It doesnt matter if it is a broken arm or a holey heart, its never easy to see your precious little ones in pain. If there is one thing Iknow, folks at hospitals take extra special care of the little ones. Im sure he is in good hands. I will keep all of you in my thoughts and prayers for speedy recoverys and less stressful times. Maya is pretty proud of her big scar and I bet Henry will be too!
Posted by: mo | August 15, 2005 at 07:37 AM
Oh, Leslie! Big hugs to you all. I couldn't help the tears as I was reading this. When your child is in pain, you are too. Here's hoping for Henry's speedy recovery. He is a brave little boy afterall.
Posted by: Marie | August 15, 2005 at 08:11 AM
Oh Leslie! I'm so sorry to hear what you are all going through... my friend's 2 year old broke her leg earlier this summer. The good news is, they heal so darn quickly when they're young! She only had a cast on for 3 weeks! I'm sure Henry will be similar, and he'll be back to his normal self before you know it! *hugs*
Posted by: kelly | August 15, 2005 at 08:26 AM
Put on your Superman outfit Henry. Everything will be just fine.
Posted by: justJENN | August 15, 2005 at 08:30 AM
Aww, Leslie. Poor Henry and poor you and Hank. I feel so bad for you. There is nothing worse than having your baby hurt. I always just wish it was me instead of my babies. I was tearing up while reading this. I wish him a speedy recovery!
Posted by: yvett | August 15, 2005 at 09:21 AM
I can't talk. I'm chocked up and blind. Kisses to all of you.
Posted by: valentina | August 15, 2005 at 09:36 AM
oh, I feel so badly for your son and your family. I pray for a speedy recovery. I just recently have become acquainted with your blog, I enjoy it so. I hope you all goes well.
Posted by: michelle | August 15, 2005 at 09:44 AM
Hang in there. Little kiddy bones heal real quick. Henry will be flying in no time.
Posted by: Val | August 15, 2005 at 10:20 AM
oh lesley....i'm crying reading this...thinking of when this will inevitably happen to my baby boy. i feel for you. i hope he recovers quickly. please keep us posted on his progress.
Posted by: lori dunbar | August 15, 2005 at 10:43 AM
leslie - so sorry for the mis-spelling! oops!
Posted by: lori | August 15, 2005 at 10:44 AM
Oh geez, that is horrible! Breaks my heart to read about him in the hospital and everything. I hope he gets home safely. He will be the same little Henry as before, but he'll be sporting a cool cast, perhaps. Thinking healing thoughts for you all!
Posted by: Mariko | August 15, 2005 at 11:19 AM
Oh sweet little Henry... don't worry Leslie, it'll be ok. Just like Jenn said, he'll be running around in his superman cape in no time. I just know it.
My neice had a very bad accident when she was just a toddler, and had to wear a full body cast for quite some time because she had such a violent break to her leg. There was a lot of mystery surrounding the accident because it happened at the babysitters house...it was so painful to see my sister's baby hurt like that, I know just how you feel.
Posted by: kathleen | August 15, 2005 at 11:40 AM
What a little trooper! How scary it must have been for you, but sounds like everything will be OK and he'll have so much fun showing off his cast and telling the story that goes with it. Wonderfully written. :)
Posted by: Jesser | August 15, 2005 at 12:44 PM
Oh my gosh, Leslie! I am so sorry to hear! How heart-wrenching-scary! I know your little Henry is super rough and tumble and will bounce back in no time flat. Monkey and I are sending big warm hugs to him and to you.
Take good care of you all!
Posted by: Giao | August 15, 2005 at 02:08 PM
what a brave little trooper! i bet he will be ready to show off his cast though, maybe you can take a photo for the blog so he can be a star. :)
i hope that all will go well with the surgery and anything else that comes along with the broken arm.
Posted by: Aimee Roo | August 15, 2005 at 03:04 PM
Les:
Even though I was there for the whole thing, your writing really touched me deeply, perhaps even more than the actual events, if that makes any sense. As you know, I can sometimes lose sight of the big picture in times like this, especially forgetting the feelings of those left behind. Your description of the empty house made me sad, and reminded me that things on your end were probably more difficult than mine. I love you, and I love your writing...
Posted by: Hank | August 15, 2005 at 04:21 PM
Words are so inadequate when we face these tangible reminders of our vulnerability, but you were able to capture the essence of it all....wow.....I beam healing vibes to your Henry.....
Posted by: Ky | August 15, 2005 at 08:24 PM
So sorry about Henry. Hope he's okay. This was a beautifully written post, despite the traumatic subject matter. You have such a lovely way of articulating some very deep feelings.
Posted by: Marilyn | August 16, 2005 at 12:08 AM
Oh goodness poor little Henry. Let us know how he is soon. My heart goes out to him and to you. ((hugs))
Posted by: Amanda | August 16, 2005 at 02:19 AM
OH LES....POOR little Henry! I keep swallowing back lumps in my throat! OK....that little Dude is so ALL BOY! He'll be back at it in no time!! LOL & HUGS!
Posted by: jes | August 16, 2005 at 04:17 AM
You are all in my thoughts and prayers. This is so tough on everyone, but his little arm will get better and Hank will have great stories for his grandkids!
Posted by: debbie | August 16, 2005 at 09:19 AM
I also cried as I read this. I'm sending everyone, especially Henry, good healing thoughts.
Posted by: MIM | August 16, 2005 at 07:16 PM
Best wishes for a speedy recovery for your son, Henry. I am sure everything will work out fine and Mama hugs are always the best medicne.
Posted by: Claudia | August 16, 2005 at 08:50 PM
OH my! Poor poor baby. I'm crying for him and mommy and daddy and sistys too. Its so hard when they are really hurt. Jaden was SO concerned when Jon was in the hospital. We have had one staple in the head (suprisingly on Jaylie not Jaden) so far, but I'd be VERY suprised if that was the end of it:) Henry is in my prayers!
Posted by: joy madison | August 17, 2005 at 12:47 AM
Oh poor baby!! I was sad reading this. I'm glad it isn't any worse!! I can't wait to hear of him being his usual silly self.
Posted by: Joleen | August 17, 2005 at 10:52 AM
Awwwwww! Little guy! So scary! You wrote the story beautifully. I hope Henry feels better very soon. You too!
Posted by: Katey Nicosia | August 17, 2005 at 03:02 PM
hugs snd kisses to henry! hope he's okay! what a fright. :D (hugs to you too!)
Posted by: jenny vorwaller | August 17, 2005 at 09:25 PM
Oh Leslie! I hope Henry well on his way to mending as I type this!!
Posted by: hope | August 18, 2005 at 09:19 AM
What a sweet heart! I hope that he recovers fast. What a scare you all had!!
Posted by: rachel | August 18, 2005 at 11:53 PM
OMG!! How scary.. and how sweet of Alison... "I tried.." You and Hank of really done well with the cutest and the sweetest kids. I hope he's able to come home real soon.
Posted by: shiz | August 20, 2005 at 01:28 AM
His little voice on the phone... that is just making me tear up over here...
Speedy recovery, little man!
Posted by: frecklegirl | August 21, 2005 at 08:05 PM
brave mom, you and henry are in my prayers. shedding a little tear from your heartwrenching tale. waiting to exhale, hoping all is well, keep us posted.
Posted by: Tiffany | August 30, 2005 at 11:02 PM