So Sad

I woke up last night to Nathaniel puking in the toilet and a while later him puking all over my bedroom carpet. Yuk! Not looking good for tomorrow. Then I woke up to my achilles tendon killing. Seriously hurting enough to wake me up multiple times. That's never happened before, so I knew I would be walking like I had a peg leg along with cleaning up throw up. Even better day. When I finally got out of bed I realized I had thrown away a birthday party invitation for Sammy today. I had no idea the name, number or address of the family, so I tried the phone book, friends in Sammy's class, my phone log because I did RSVP. Nothing worked. Then I smelled breakfast burning! Got the oatmeal out of one pan into another, added sugar, milk and crash and scream!!!! And it was a scary scream! Grace was crawling through one of our bar stools and it fell over. Blood was dripping everywhere and I go to look at her, fearing the worst...another tooth injury (not that that is the worst, just what happens most here). Nope all her teeth look good, her nose looks good and then I see her chin. She had busted it open really good, where it looks really gross and I have to keep telling myself not freak out! Called Jason, he was home a couple minutes later, dropped the kids off at Mom's and headed to the ER. Two critical cases came in after we were there and we ended up waiting for about 3 hours in a room. We had TV and good cartoons, so Grace was okay after they got it cleaned and put numbing cream on her. Then they finally came in. They had to shoot her with lidocaine and I just about lost it. I was just thinking, "This is Jason's job!," but then trying to be strong at the same time. They put a cloth with a circle cut out to go over her chin around her face, so I could just see her eyes and she screamed something horrible when they were numbing it. After that she still cried really hard but it wasn't as intense. It was so hard to see her cry and know how much it hurts and not be able to do anything to make it go away! Then it was over. She just clung to me, wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on so tight. It was so sad! We finally got home at 2:30 and got some breakfast in us and she is watching Cinderella and starting to move around, so all is well. Now on to cleaning up some puke. Atleast I can walk a little better now that the tendon is all warmed up and I have some ibuprofen in me. And I am super grateful, it wasn't any worse than is was, it really could have been much worse. And Jason was successful at finding an address so Sammy got to go to a fun birthday party.