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My son’s fall…

My son’s fall… - Cheryl Cady

This evening I had to go drop my mother’s door awnings Longueuil, at her new house. I was planning to have dinner with her but I had a change of plans. I received a phone call from my son’s kindergarten. It was an emergency.

My son had fallen from a slide and got injured. He fell on his hand and probably fractured one of his fingers. They were not too sure if it was a fracture or not. The fact was that my son was crying and kept on saying it hurt. Thus, one of the educators was already on her way to the closest hospital with my son. They were calling me to tell me where exactly she was taking him. 

Obviously that I dropped everything and I rushed towards the hospital, anxious to see my son and hear what the doctor had to say. I burnt three red lights on my way to the hospital. 

When I got there and met my son, he wasn’t crying anymore. He ran towards me and hugged me saying that he had fallen and got hurt. He showed me his left hand explaining that the small finger was still hurting him. The teacher greeted me. She added that he had been seen by a nurse and they were waiting to be called by the physician. They needed me to give them his medical card and sign for the X-ray.

Generally I did not like the idea of having my kid exposed to radiation, but this time he needed to do the X-ray. We had to see if there was a fracture or not. Luckily it wasn’t! Thank God for that! It would have been quite difficult for him (and me as well) to have his hand put in plaster for two weeks or more.

I guess we were also lucky that we did not have to wait for too long at the hospital. They took him right away although there were other persons waiting there. Maybe because he was a child?! I don’t know, but I am glad they did. The nurse who saw him gave him something for the pain and within half an hour he was better. By the time the doctor saw him, the pain level decreased.

Only on my way back home, I remembered that I had plans with my mother for the evening. I was sure she didn't eat and she was still waiting for me. Therefore, instead of going home with my son, I took him to grandma. Both of us got spoiled.

À propos de l’auteur :


Hello everyone, my name is Cheryl! It gives me great pleasure to share my life as a mother and my work as an advertising editor with you. You will discover that I am not always diligent, but you have to understand that I also have three beautiful babies to deal with! That being said, don't worry, I drop by regularly! See you soon.