This is not what I had planned for the day... I had a strict schedule of things that I had to get done before I went to work at 7 and this was a kink in the plan. After MUCH back and forth over what to do because Jordan works an hour away and Bethany can't take E to the doctor because she's not his parent, Jordan decides he's coming home from work early and I'll meet them at urgent care.
Once Jordan gets to his house he texts me and it says "His arm isn't broken. He's fine." Umm ok. I text him back and insist that he still goes to urgent care seeing as Bethany freaked the fuck out on me. She may be a dumb bitch, but she is a mom. He agrees if it'll make me feel better and 40 minutes later we're at urgent care (because you know, when you live cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear on the other side of town, it takes time to get anywhere.....).
The doctor doesn't seem to think it's broken either. Something about a tendon in little kids that can pop out of place causing them to not use the arm until it pops back in, but just to be sure, they want to get an x-ray. Jordan doesn't volunteer to take the kid down to get it, so I take him by myself. All is fine for the first x-ray. His arm is down flat on the table. No big deal. For the second one the arm is bent back and slightly twisted. The kid flips the fuck out. Ok assholes, who says it's not broken now?? We manage to get through it, E gets stickers and is happy once more. We get back to the room and I look at them and say "It's broken, I know it is." They both just look at me. Bethany looks like she's going to cry. Not 5 minutes later the doctor is back in the room.
He said "Well, I was really hoping it was just that tendon. Unfortunately, it's broken.... All the way through. At least it's a clean break though. It could be a lot worse. He must have fallen hard, we don't see something like this very often." Great. Of course my kids have to be the exception to the norm all the time. Ugh. We get him casted up and he's relatively quiet though the whole thing. His big brown eyes were large with fear as to what they were going to do to him. Eventually they're done and he finally cries for a minute. They give him a Popsicle and he quiets down. I look at Jordan and say "This is why we always get hurt kids checked out" and we make our way out to the car to head home.
I feel bad because as soon as we get home I have to get ready for work. The poor little guy had a hard time eating. He was trying to use a fork with his left hand when he's really not all that good with one in his right hand. Ugh. I tell him he can eat with his fingers and he seems a little happier.
Poor kid. We only had our first kid broken bone in the house last year and it was when Gavin was playing around and hit that kid in the head. Total accident on that one. Not that this wasn't an accident. It was. Bethany texted me right after I got home and it said "I'm soooo sorry, I feel absolutely awful." I text her back "Accidents happen. He'll heal quickly." She feels bad, but I know Jordan feels worse. I want to laugh in his face and say SEE MOTHERFUCKER, THIS SHIT HAPPENED ON YOUR WATCH, NOT MINE!!! But I didn't. Because I'm the adult in this situation.... To his face anyway....
Poor Little E. He'll be all better in about 6 weeks, providing we can keep him down and healing. Ugh, that should be hard to do because this kid never stops moving. We'll see how all that goes......
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6 weeks in cast ... that will be July. No swimming on those first hot days of summer. I guess it's lucky it will be off by July 4th and not just going on at that time. There is nothing worse for a kid than being the only one not allowed in the pool on a hot July day. You must feel like every day it's something else. Feel good that you've managed the situation better than most anybody.
Poor kid, I feel so bad for him! You handled the whole thing much better then I could have I am sure. I am just glad that it wasn't worse! You are a great mom.
Poor little guy!
umm was she dumb...she waited till he was eating to take him to the ER unforgivable
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