I left and took him medicine. I just dropped off two Motrin and left...then felt bad that I didn't stay and see him. I just knew that if I stayed, he would cry (even more) and I didn't want that for him. (Sometimes, being a mom just flat out sucks. You never know if you're doing the right thing.)
So back to work I went. Thirty minutes later I got my second phone call. I feel kind of bad, because at this point, I'm thinking the nurse has a flair for being dramatic. She said herself that she thought he was fine. Why she called, I have no idea. Anyway, as I called her, I figured I would just go get him and assess him myself. I called Todd, and he said the same thing...call him once I saw Drew.
He could move his wrist, but everything really hurt, and at lunch he couldn't even open his fruit roll up. I called him anyway, and we both agreed it would be best to just take him on in to Ortho One, and have them X-ray him.
I'm so glad we did.
The X-ray didn't show anything, but both the doctor and some other guy that came in thought that he had fractured his growth plate. It's actually a little swollen in this picture...if you look at his left hand, right above his wrist, you can see a hump. So...imagine Drew's excitement when the doctor told Drew that he was going to cast his arm.
Drew had already been asking me what color I thought he should get. And I answered, "Well, Drew, it's probably not broken, so why worry about it?" Hmm. He chose maroon. :-) For the Dragons, of course.
He is very proud of this. And who doesn't love a little extra attention? Especially in a house full of kids. It's good for them, every once in a while.
One more, and I'm off.
Little cutie. Well, the kids are outside (half of them, anyway) and at church, the house is quiet, and
Love to all!
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