I cannot even begin to tell you the joy that I had realizing that I was going to be able to spend the Fourth of July with my little family in this city that I love so much. I have been anticipating it forever, long before I ever thought I was going to live here with them.
So I got my little Boston Harborfest Broucher and planned our festivities. We were going to head down to the state house so we could here the Declaration of Independence being read from the actual place it was read 200 some odd years ago. But instead a crazy rain storm came in and we missed it. It's okay though, there was still plenty to do and see. So we headed to my aunt's house and had lunch, played some games and decided to go to the park to kill some time before we headed back into the city to tour the USS Constitution and fort Independence.
Eden really wanted me to see her jump off one more time. I really didn't want to. We were getting wet and I wanted to take shelter. But since most of the answers to Eden's questions are "No" I decided this time to say "yes"....I actually had this conversation in my mind before answering her. So I watched her pump back and forth and I kept saying "That's high enough!" She didn't listen. Finally when she was as high as she could get, she hurled herself out of the swing. Her brand new white flip flop hit the rubber ground with a giant slip and her right arm caught her body weight. She let out an "OW" and stayed, non moving, on the ground. I saw the whole darn thing. I was hoping and praying against all hope that she was all right. I kept telling her it would be fine...but I was really just trying to convince myself. I knew she was hurt bad.
So we went back and dropped off Maya and C at Aunt Carolyn's and Roscoe's and headed to the hospital. Eden was crying harder by the minute but I still kept praying that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. I texted some loved ones and asked for them to start praying too.
We waited and waited. The nurses and doctor were super nice and it seemed like they were all thinking the same thing...it was broken. Aric and I are staying totally calm but freaking out on the inside because we realize that our insurance on the kids is not in effect yet.
I pray even harder that by some miracle it isn't broken. Four x-rays later we find out IT'S NOT BROKEN! It is badly sprained and bruised to the bone but not broken. It is a miracle.
So Edee is in a sling and she is in quite a bit of pain that we have to monitor with otc pain relievers but it should be feeling a lot better after a week. All she was worried about was missing the fireworks. We were at the hospital for the rest of the afternoon so we missed the other activities we had planned. Nobody cared at this point, we were all so relieved that she was okay.
After the hospital we went and caught up with the rest of the family at Jamaica Pond...my favorite place to run out here...and fed the ducks and skipped rocks.
We had dinner at "The Old Pizza Place" and then off to the Esplanade for the concert and the fireworks.
We got back to the car saw fireworks from neighboring cities all the way home. We got home just in time to watch the Boston ones on TV. Camden was actually asleep by the time we got home so he missed those ones.
We are so grateful for Aunt Carolyn and Roscoe who spent their day off with us, the poor souls had no idea that by choosing to spend the day with us they were jumping on the crazy train...C has officially claimed them as part of his entourage. He keeps asking to go to their house :)
This goes down as the craziest fourth ever, not even close to what I had hoped for all these years but whatevs...we are getting good at "coming what may and loving it."