When we said we needed a break...this is not what I meant!

Yesterday at the Doctor appt., Daniel and I had a few moments to ourselves. My mom had met us at the office and was playing with the kids in the grassy area behind PV hospital. As soon as the appt. was over, my mom called Daniel's cell phone. That usually means trouble.. they don't call unless there's trouble. My Dr. had just given good news, I am 2+ dilated and she is low and ready to come any time...And then my mom tells Daniel I think Graham broke his arm. We rush downstairs and out to the place they were playing. The hospital security is there giving Graham an ice pack. Graham is such an over reactor we weren't sure how hurt he really was. The boys had been running around playing tag and when Noah ran by and tagged Graham's arm he grabbed his arm and fell to the ground screaming. I know this sounds awful, but Graham is extremely dramatic and if there is any attention to be had he will scream and say he can't move his whole body when he gets hurt. SO poor baby was getting so many questions and probing to see what was really wrong. Daniel tried to lift the left wrist and said, its actually really hurt. Daniel had to leave for a quick work meeting and since we were right at the hospital, convenience was on our side and security gave Graham and I a ride to the ER entrance around the corner. He had calmed down and was just holding it close to him, he was being so quiet and brave I began to to hope it was just a sprain. My mom had to take Noah and Braxtyn to Walgreens because somehow, Noah got in the car and we left without his shoes!! Nice, I'll bring shoeless broken children into the hospital! As Graham I sat there I was able to just snuggle my second born and love on him. Sometimes when things like this happen you get a wider perspective on your feelings and your precious children. I of course began to wonder about God's timing, we had just made a trip like this two weeks ago to the day, for Braxtyn's stitches and the bills were arriving quickly. Daniel and I have self-employed insurance and it is pricey when it comes to emergencies. So as we sat there the security guards had to take a report, they were very sweet about it. I was joking with them about the last report we did at Montezuma's castle just a few months back when Noah broke his finger. They said there Risk Manager would call me and just check on him this week sometime. Well, the risk manager just happened to be there and she came out to see how Graham was because we were waiting so long. She left and then shortly came back and ask if they had taken my insurance card yet. And then she said well, let's let them bill your insurance but we will cover all of the co pays and other expenses. He got hurt on our property and I'm just going to turn this into insurance. ..........I just couldn't believe it. My eyes welled up and I thanked her over and over, I told her it wasn't necessary but what a blessing.. I just sat there stunned and thanked the Lord for that gift. It made me feel a bit guilty, I know they do that to keep people from being so lawsuit happy. That actually would have never crossed my mind. Although , who knows the way she did it seemed genuinely just like a blessing. So I am going to just thank Lord for it!
My mom returned with shoes and we finally got into a room for x-rays, Daniel returned and we found out Graham broke both his wrist bones cleanly across. They wrapped it and we returned home to call our good friends, the orthopedic specialists. We have an appointment today at 2:30 for casting. Please pray that he is able to stand this next 6 weeks, no bike riding and no swimming during the hottest two months!
I guess stress is not a factor into sending me into labor. Maybe I should try resting!

Just to clarify dad's comment - Noah broke his leg when Braxtyn was about 6 months old. I think this timing is a bit easier.:)