dress ~ H&M
sweater ~ thrifted
booties ~ b. (a resale shop)
earrings ~ F21
bracelet ~ garage sale
when i got the call from henry's school that he broke his arm, i started crying right away. i figured it was ok because he didn't see me (only all of my coworkers saw me). i figured that i could get the cry out then and when i saw him, i could be the strong mom who holds it together for her son so he doesn't get more scared. i'd be the super mom who makes her son feel like everything will be ok.
and i did hold it together. i picked him up from school, walked him to the car, very carefully got him buckled in, and talked to him the whole way to the hospital because inside i was secretly freaking out that he would go into shock.
then we got to the hospital. they took the x-ray, and the doctor walked into the room, looked me in the eye, and said, "it's a horrible break, he's going to need surgery", and i immediately burst into tears. not sobbing tears, just the "i'm trying not to cry, so i'll be quiet" sort of cry where tears just silently fall down your face. and henry saw me, and i felt horrible because i wanted to be that mom, that strong mom.
instead, i continued to cry the whole time, and henry was the one who held it together. i told him that he knows me and that i cry all the time, and he told me i was hysterical. we were both right.
in the end, i was able to calm his fears, stroke his hair, kiss him as much as possible, and talk to him about what was going on. but in the back of my head, i still felt horrible for not being able to hold it together when it mattered the most.
thanks for all of your well wishes yesterday. henry is feeling much better. his full cast goes on next week, and i think he's secretly looking forward to the bragging rights he will get with a full arm cast.