The worst phone call I have had... thus far

On Thursday Jan 31 I received a phone call around 5:15 here at work from the day care. The owner of the daycare said that there was a situation, and she did not know what to do, other than call. So, having the kids that I do, I just knew that one of them had done something wrong, and were in BIG trouble (now I think I could have handled that) Meredith (my 2 year old) had fallen off the couch and was crying, and would not stop. They had put ice on her arm, but it was swollen, and anytime you touched it she would cry. My heart sunk, I started spinning. My baby was hurt, and I was 20 min. away in another state (I know, it is only across state line, but still.... I was freaking out). So, I told her I will be right there, and left (just left, no explanation, just got my stuff and walked out).
I called Matt, and his stupid phone would not go thru, and I had to leave him a message (at this point I thought Note to self, get Matt's phone and break into many tiny pieces!), and my mom was on the phone with someone else (Well.... lets just say I made her get off).... I just needed some one to talk to. Not that I was going to break down, but I just needed to stay calm while I drove to the daycare (I mean really how dare the car in front of me be worried about the stupid snow on the ground while my child lay broken and in pieces at the day care... did I mention I was freaking out a little). So, to help matters, my mom asked me all of these questions that of course I can not answer, because I have not even seen her yet (she did stop asking when I started to sound a little crazy... I mean she gave birth to me, she should know by now how I react to these things). I do have to say that was the hardest part about getting the call, was the not knowing. My baby is in pain, and I am not there to hold her, and to make sure she is ok. That just kills me.
So, I made it to the daycare, and finally got a return call from Matt. He had decided that I need to look at it first to make sure there is really a problem before we take to the ER, he did not want to do anything rash. "REALLY FREAK! She does not just cry, she has a very high tolerance for pain, and it is swollen and she is crying, and we need to take her, and she is crying and WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!" (No I did not say this, I remained calm and said, OK) So, I took one look at her, and said well, let's go the ER. We stopped and picked up Matt, and off we went. (Poor Maya was just devastated during all of this, she was crying just as hard as Meredith was).
Once we got in to see the Dr. (not right away, but it was not too bad), it was smooth sailing, they did establish it was broken at the elbow, and they put a temporary splint on it. (Maya was still crying because she thought Meredith had to stay, Meredith was drugged and was making weird faces at us and I really wish they had given me some drugs too! Is there a liquor store at the hospital now that is a good idea!)
I will not go into details about Friday thru Tuesday when she got the cast, other than, Meredith is Indian, and we had to go to Pawnee on Friday, spend the day there, got a call from the orthopedic from the night before to come in on Monday, had to see him, go back to Pawnee on Monday and then finally got the cast put on Tuesday. (Really, I could go on for days about what happened on Friday and Monday, with the exception of how wonderful the orthopedic was, but, I will remain positive, and keep my blood pressure down. I would recommend pills be handed out at every stop you make in the Indian health clinic).
The good thing is, Meredith is doing better, will get her cast off at the end of Feb. and she does not have to have surgery. Maya has returned to making her sister cry instead of watching her do it, and I did not turn to pills or drinking and my husband is still alive... so that is a very good accomplishment for me in this high stress environment.
I tell you what, watching my child in pain, and wanting to fix it, and knowing that you are at the mercy of a Dr. and an ER to fix her is not a very comfortable spot to be in. I do pray that God will keep my kids safe from harm.... or at least make a law that all mothers/fathers of ER patients get drugs... or that liquor store might not be such a bad idea, or maybe a bar! Maybe I should write my congressman! :)