Christian took a flying leap off of the couch (nothing out of the ordinary) on Saturday afternoon, and landed 'incorrectly', shall we say. He cried pretty hard, but we chalked part of that up to being ready for a nap. He went to bed soon after and slept well. But when he woke up he refused to put any weight on his foot. We weren't sure if it really hurt that badly or if he was just afraid that it would. it was swollen and hot, but not bruised.
Meanwhile Kyren was suffering from a horrific diaper rash, screaming and writhing at every diaper change and needing frequent bathing.... and dave and i were supposed to go out that night.
Sooooo....
We downplayed everyone's infirmities and dropped both boys off at my parents' (one of them infirm, herself), and aside from K needing much love and attention (and another bath)... and C needing to be read to by Poppy all night (what else is new?)... oh and a little emotional drama around bedtime, they did pretty well!
ha.
Add to all of that a couple of runny noses, and you pretty much have an idea of our Sunday.
Tho we still managed to venture out to watch Nina play soccer at a local park....... only.... the game had been rescheduled. So add to that one very disappointed almost 3 year old. We made up for it by having a picnic dinner at the park.
This morning he still would not walk on the foot-- and Gramsy was, well, strongly encouraging me to take him to the doctor. She said they would probably want to see him. She was right. (Not sure when my own 'Mom knows best' skills are going to kick in-- i guess that's why i still have a mom). Fortunately Gia was available to watch Koo, and off we went to see the doc.
well, almost.
on the way out the door, we noticed that C felt rather warm. i had wakened him from an uncharacteristic late morning nap, and he was rather upset about the whole thing. As we were backing down the driveway, he threw up in his carseat. Talk about Mom NOT knowing what to do -- i had the dilemma of: should i take him and risk him throwing up all over the doctor and his office? or do i not take him, and risk his foot being broken?
ahh, decisions. decisions.
since no vomit had actually made it onto any part of the car (only his jacket and blanket)-- i decided to remove them from the vehicle (ie, throw them out the window) and keep going. Needless to say, we used the 'sick entrance' to the doc's office.
2 more vomiting episodes in the examining room and my hopes of "maybe he was just crying too hard" were dashed. Fortunately, we made it to and from the Radiology Building down the street and back home again without any more instances, and the poor little guy went straight back to bed.
He was such a trooper and was, of course, fascinated with the whole process, from the x-ray machine to the moving table. His x-rays showed no broken bones. hooray!! But if he is still not weight-bearing tomorrow morning, the pediatrician wants him to see an Orthopod, just in case. What an adventure!!
At present, Kyren and i are healthy and happy and enjoying what's left of our day. and our health.
No one ever said motherhood was easy.
And yet, somehow, you just go with whatever comes your way.
because you truly have no choice.
What always amazes me is how much more concerned you are, in the moment of crisis, for your child than you are for yourself. I'm sure if i were reading this post as a single woman, or even myself as a teenager, i would be thinking twice about whether or not i really wanted kids. Who in their right mind would want to go through all that? But once you have a kid, you suddenly don't see it as that much of a hardship. Sure there are more fun things to be doing that catching vomit. But because he's mine, there's nothing else I'd rather be doing.
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