Well it has come full circle I tell you. In the past couple of weeks my daughters have suddenly inherited my accident prone genes.
Week 1 I get a call from the school telling me Becca can't move her wrist. I was a bit skeptical. Becca gets hurt A LOT! She was just barely healing from a wrist sprain that occurred from a lot of falling during rollerskating. And before that she had a sprained arm muscle from kids cross fit.
But she had fallen and she was hurting so I went to school. Sure enough she can't move her wrist.
The official story goes like this. "I tripped and fell in gym." That's the story she tells everyone on first asking. But the real story is that she was at gym class in the gym walking back from the bathroom when she just tripped and fell. There was nothing there, no shoelaces ( she was wearing boots). And it happened in front of her whole class. Yep it is funny. We both laugh about it.
The non funny part is that she got a buckle fracture in her wrist. After 4 hours in the doctor's office and hospital we finally got the results. Two days later we went back for the cast which she got in fashion purple.
Week 2 -- almost to the day. Tom gets a call on his cell phone while we are at lunch from an embarrassed and worried school nurse. She couldn't get a hold of me. Daughter #2 has had a collision with a boy and apparently there was a lot of bleeding and she may need stitches.
So, I head off to the school. As I walk up, I see a worried Lia looking out of the school's front doors. She is standing there with the Recess teacher. She is bandaged up, wearing a new shirt and has a black and blue goose egg on her eyelid. I am relieved -- no blood streaming down her face.
But apparently there had been. Everyone from students to parents who saw Lia get smacked in the face by the boy with glasses saw her covered in blood. People are calling worried about her, friends are embellishing the story to their parents. I didn't know it then (because honestly I didn't look under the bandaid until we were at the doctor's office.) but it was obviously a much more dramatic event before I got there. The office staff had taken such good care of her - right down to washing the blood out of her shirt and giving her a new shirt.
Three hours later and lots of tears later, she was sporting 6 new stitches on her eyebrow. I took flowers to the recess teacher (who had been alone on the playground and nurse/receptionist who had cared for my two daughters during two of their worst accidents yet in their life.)
Fortunately this week was free of emergency trips to the doctor -- although yesterday I picked up Becca at the end of the day in tears. She had tripped again in gym and had a swollen knee, banged up finger and bump on her head.
Seriously! It is almost comical how klutzy we are.
