The hour of waiting was filled with phone calls to family; explaining the fall over and over to each one, each in disbelief at the kind of break from the type of fall. We waited more. We speculated about what the coming weeks would hold for us. My husband would take the week off of work, then what? How would I manage my immobile 2 year old and my 5 month old baby? It’s been an hour. The doctor came in; everything went well, he’s ok. They’ll come get us in a minute to see him. Liars. We waited a lifetime. 20 more minutes.
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