Say a little prayer for us....

Yesterday I was in my office (at work) when I get a hysterical phone call from Dane (my 9 year old) screaming "Daddy fell off the roof!" I (being me) became also hysterical screaming back "what do you mean? " I could hear my husband in the background... so at least I knew he was still alive.... Dane put him on the phone & he said "its my arm... I'm OK, the ambulance is on its way."
I take off from work, driving like a crazy person trying to get to the hospital , all of the while keeping phone contact with Dane. I was faster than the ambulance... so I managed to get home before they left with him... THANK GOD.... so I at least got the chance to see him before they took him in. It would be hours before I would be able to see him again.
It seems my darling husband, fell three stories, from the top of our roof while he was painting....
Thank GOD... he fell on his arm...(his left) I get sick to my stomach when I continue to play the "what ifs" over in my head..
Poor Dane... watched the entire thing... watched daddy falling... watched daddy trying to breath after getting the wind knocked out of him from a 3 story fall... watched daddy laying there... trying to get up but unable to... & watched daddy bleeding all over the place with a compound fracture...
I can't imagine trying to process all of this at 9 years old. This is what my little "wonder kind" did.... first he called the ambulance.....he screamed HYSTERICAL...loud enough for the lady at the end of the street to run down.... he called me at work, & he called my mother in law. He ran inside & got a pillow & blanket for his daddy & sat with him until the ambulance arrived. This is MY BOY... & I am so PROUD & THANKFUL that he was there & took care of his daddy...
My mother in law took the kids with her... but insisted I get a bag of clothes together for hubby so he would have something to wear home from the hospital.... (she was highly optimistic)
I make it to the emergency room... but they had already taken him in...& they would not allow me to see him. (Ooooo I have LOTS & LOTS of posts planned on the difference between American /Norwegian health care...LOTS)
But I must say... despite my not being able to see him, the team in the emergency room were very kind to me, keeping me updated on his condition... this is already a MUCH BETTER experience than the last time I was there....
To make a very, very long story short... my husband has broken his arm right below the shoulder, & shattered his lower arm. He had one surgery last night... & they are hoping to operate again tomorrow. He has basically shattered the bones between his elbow & his hand... and because it was a compound fracture & the wound was so dirty they weren't able to save allot of the bone that was splintered... So now they have to wait & make sure everything is clean enough & no infection before they try to put it back together.
When Bjørn (yes that is my husbands name... I am tired of writing hubby all of the time) woke up from the first surgery he was in really good spirits... joking with me... talking about all of the stuff he needed to do this week...important meetings etc... He really thought he might be getting out the next day.... I doubted that, & said that I thought he would probably be in for a few days... it looks pretty bad.... The surgeon said last night 2 WEEKS... he is looking at 3 months for the upper arm to heal... & no telling about the lower arm... he started talking about bone graphs...
Bjørn's face just went blank... He really had no idea this was so serious....
My husband is one of those that can NEVER sit down & relax... so lord knows how he is going to manage being locked up in the hospital for 2 weeks.... I am off to the hospital right now... Will post later.... thank for letting me vent.