Memorial Day 2016
Driving home from a “glorious” trip to St. George Utah.
Towards the end of our road trip, Emmett (5 years old sitting in 3rd row of mini-van) declares he is feeling quite car sick. I look back and can see that he is serious, so I start frantically looking for a grocery bag.. you know, just in case.
Then it happens the noise every mother knows precedes an epic “mess”, shall we call it?
As soon as I heard this sound come from my 5 year old little man, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. In less than a second my seat belt was off and I was diving (literally – arms stretched out in true Super Mom Hero form) with bag in hand to catch his contents!
Only problem… my trajectory was a little off, and coincidentally my husband was coming in to traffic and had started to break. This combination led me to reach out quickly with my right hand and with all my Super Mom Hero might – jam it into the side door of the van.
There I lay, face down on the middle row of our mini van, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter and tears. I was in excruciating pain, I knew I had done something to my hand. Things just weren’t looking or feeling right, and what kept running through my mind was… “What was I thinking!?”
BONUS: Emmett ended up so surprised by my dive through the van that he ended up not getting sick after all!
“BONUS 2”: We were just 20 short minutes from our home sweet home, which meant we were only now 35 minutes away from the hospital.
X-rays confirmed, I had broken my hand.
Perfect timing: Summer has just begun. Children home full time. One still in diapers, and mom down to one functional hand.
OH my life.