"I Broke My Chin Open"
One day, I get a call from Son's cell phone while he's at school. It's the principal, who says Son hurt himself and I might want to come look at it. I drive down to the school, the secretary lets me in and says, "Yeah, he definitely needs stitches." I ask what happened; Son says he tried jumping over a leaf pile, caught his foot in a wagon handle and landed on his face instead of his feet.
I leave the school with him, trying to plan what to do with Baby Boy while I'm dealing with this; Son is trying to call The Ex. The Ex is not answering. I call The Ex, who still doesn't answer; I leave her a message saying that Son hurt himself, I'm taking him to urgent care and he's probably going to need stitches and she can call me if she has questions.
The Ex calls Son (Heaven forbid she speak to me), hasn't even listened to my message. Son tells her he broke his chin open and needs stitches. The Ex asks if we're at the doctor; Son says we're going right now. The Ex asks where we're going; Son says he doesn't know and to call me so I can tell her (This poor kid actually thought this would happen).
The Ex starts talking to someone else in the background (Glad you can not even pay attention to your kid who called you about his bleeding face). The Ex asks Son if he wants her to come here; Son says she can if she wants to, asks who's all there and asks if her dad is there. The Ex says she's at work, so she has to let them know. The Ex asks again where we're going. Son tells her again to call me, then Son just asks me himself.
Son tells The Ex where we're going; The Ex says if we're just going there now, it's going to take her an hour and a half to get here (Even though three weeks ago, she said it was only an hour and five minutes to our house. In reality, it probably would have taken her about 45 minutes to get to the hospital because she could leave work and get directly onto the freeway which then runs directly up to the hospital) so we might be leaving by the time she gets here (We had a 20-minute drive. Who do you know that can walk into urgent care, get registered, get stitches and walk out in 40 minutes? Nobody.) Son says never mind then (The Ex never really wanted to come, she just wanted Son to think that she wanted to come) The Ex starts whining, "Oh my poor baby. I wish I could come now! (What the hell is wrong with you? If you want to come, then come!) I wish we didn't live so far away!" (Then you probably shouldn't have moved in the first place, much less bought a home down there. But boo hoo, it's sooo hard on you because we're all living with the choices that you made.)
I call Husband, he gets out of work and meets us at the hospital. We walk to a room, they come in and give Son an anesthetic. The doctor is literally standing over Son with a needle and thread when the room phone rings; it's The Ex's parents saying they'll be here in half an hour (Um....okay?) Husband says Son is probably going to be finished by the time they get here, but they can come anyway.
Sure enough, Son gets finished and we start walking out only to meet up with The Ex's parents, her sister and their brother's girlfriend. We talk a bit, her sister goes outside and is on the phone. Her sister comes back in and says, "Dad, [The Ex] wants to talk to you." Her dad goes outside and her sister says, "[The Ex] says she's coming up here now. I told her there's no point." (Now? She's coming up now? I called her two hours ago and told her that her child needed stitches - NOW she's coming up as we're walking out of the hospital?!) I calmly say that maybe if it was an emergency, if Son had broken his leg or something like that, then I could see The Ex coming. But it wasn't an emergency, he was fine and we were leaving the hospital. There was no point in her coming here now.
There was a small conversation outside of the hospital which will be covered in the next blog post.
I leave the school with him, trying to plan what to do with Baby Boy while I'm dealing with this; Son is trying to call The Ex. The Ex is not answering. I call The Ex, who still doesn't answer; I leave her a message saying that Son hurt himself, I'm taking him to urgent care and he's probably going to need stitches and she can call me if she has questions.
The Ex calls Son (Heaven forbid she speak to me), hasn't even listened to my message. Son tells her he broke his chin open and needs stitches. The Ex asks if we're at the doctor; Son says we're going right now. The Ex asks where we're going; Son says he doesn't know and to call me so I can tell her (This poor kid actually thought this would happen).
The Ex starts talking to someone else in the background (Glad you can not even pay attention to your kid who called you about his bleeding face). The Ex asks Son if he wants her to come here; Son says she can if she wants to, asks who's all there and asks if her dad is there. The Ex says she's at work, so she has to let them know. The Ex asks again where we're going. Son tells her again to call me, then Son just asks me himself.
Son tells The Ex where we're going; The Ex says if we're just going there now, it's going to take her an hour and a half to get here (Even though three weeks ago, she said it was only an hour and five minutes to our house. In reality, it probably would have taken her about 45 minutes to get to the hospital because she could leave work and get directly onto the freeway which then runs directly up to the hospital) so we might be leaving by the time she gets here (We had a 20-minute drive. Who do you know that can walk into urgent care, get registered, get stitches and walk out in 40 minutes? Nobody.) Son says never mind then (The Ex never really wanted to come, she just wanted Son to think that she wanted to come) The Ex starts whining, "Oh my poor baby. I wish I could come now! (What the hell is wrong with you? If you want to come, then come!) I wish we didn't live so far away!" (Then you probably shouldn't have moved in the first place, much less bought a home down there. But boo hoo, it's sooo hard on you because we're all living with the choices that you made.)
I call Husband, he gets out of work and meets us at the hospital. We walk to a room, they come in and give Son an anesthetic. The doctor is literally standing over Son with a needle and thread when the room phone rings; it's The Ex's parents saying they'll be here in half an hour (Um....okay?) Husband says Son is probably going to be finished by the time they get here, but they can come anyway.
Sure enough, Son gets finished and we start walking out only to meet up with The Ex's parents, her sister and their brother's girlfriend. We talk a bit, her sister goes outside and is on the phone. Her sister comes back in and says, "Dad, [The Ex] wants to talk to you." Her dad goes outside and her sister says, "[The Ex] says she's coming up here now. I told her there's no point." (Now? She's coming up now? I called her two hours ago and told her that her child needed stitches - NOW she's coming up as we're walking out of the hospital?!) I calmly say that maybe if it was an emergency, if Son had broken his leg or something like that, then I could see The Ex coming. But it wasn't an emergency, he was fine and we were leaving the hospital. There was no point in her coming here now.
There was a small conversation outside of the hospital which will be covered in the next blog post.
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