5:27pm I call their father to give instructions on what kind of board Eva needs to complete the science project we did this week. Phone call lasts 3 minutes, 18 seconds. A long and excruciating time to talk to the person you least admire. He won't put the girls on the phone but tells me they'll call me later. I have no idea where they are, but it's loud in the background. I assume it's someplace wildly amusing and germy that serves roller dogs and/or taquitos (a word spell check still refuses to accept as a word, despite how many times I complain about these "meals" in writing.)
I wash the dishes from their lunchboxes and go to change into workout clothes. It's Insanity time!
5:49pm Maya calls. "Hi mama!" "Hello, love." "Um, mama, Eva hurt herself bad at soccer." "What do you mean, love?" 'Bad' to Maya could mean anything from a broken nail to disembowelment. "She hurt herself". "Mami, put Papi on the phone please." In the background, I can hear him say, 'didn't need to call her, I've got it'.... "Sarah, Eva broke her wrist." "WHAT?! Where are you?" "Taking her to Shawnee Mission". Frantically hang up and stick other leg back into jeans.
6:12pm a crazy lady storms the emergency room. Side note: The drive should've taken 45 minutes. I definitely used up some karma points not getting pulled over as I Fast and Furioused my old, barely running car down the highway.
Two doctors came in and explained that she "really broke some bones". They'd need to be reset, which they would put her out for. Then they'd splint it, and I'd need to take her to an orthopedic surgeon in a couple days.
All she wanted was to lay her head in my hand. So we did that until they put her out, she stared up at me with those big brown eyes while I promised my big ugly face would be the first she saw when she woke back up. Then they made me back up and I wasn't allowed to touch her again until she woke up on her own.
Now, I have watched four people hold her down and put twelve staples in the back of her skull when she busted her head open at the school playground. I thought that was bad. Watching two really large men reset bones in her arm - so much worse. I had to focus on only her face. Her sweet, little, unconscious face.
Then the nurse and I sat and waited for her to wake up.
8:14pm 
I wasn't allowed to touch, but in her sleep she was reaching to my side of her bed. Her mouth was silently mouthing "mama, mama, mama". So, I put my hand on the rail near her hand. Not touching her because they had warned that she could have no stimulus until she was alert. But she grabbed on.
And that was it for awhile.
Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Hi."
She will be alright, and I am so thankful of course. Several lessons were learned, though I would have appreciated a different test.
1. Don't Facebook post complaining about having no plans. Checkmate, universe.
2. Spell check is correct, taquitos are not real, I know this because I held the bag while she got those back out of her poor belly as soon as she was conscious.
3. Do not let a seven year old give out emergency information. Grown folk should always be the bearers of news.
4. If you're driving the speed limit in the left lane of the highway, and a crazy lady pulls up behind you, just move over. This isn't lesson in patience time, she will pass you on the right. And, honking at her doesn't change that fact.
5. Letting her hold your hand without holding it back is hard, but counts as not stimulating your unconscious child - so carry on.
6. Kids will always screw up your plans, whether they are actual or non-plans. Darn kids.
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