The next day he was still complaining a bit about his elbow but said it only hurt when he straightened it all the way or when he tried to touch his shoulder. Since he didn't seem to be in too much discomfort, we sent him to school, but after school he still didn't like moving it. It looked to me like he needed to head to the doctor's office.
The timing could have been better. Jonathan's car wouldn't start, and I had a dinner to deliver to a friend.
Matthew's orthopedic clinic fit him in with the PA in a different office building, since his doc was in surgery for the rest of the day. I had an hour before we had to leave, so I threw together a dinner of chili. muffins, and a chocolate M&M pie, all while entertaining Isaac.
At 4:15 it was time to:
- Drop Melissa off at her gymnastics class,
- Drop off the dinner,
- Take Jon and Matthew to the clinic. It turned out to be quite a bit further down the freeway than either of us expected, but where else could we find a place open and ready to see Matthew at 5 PM on a Friday?
- Go back to pick up Melissa. Freeway traffic was bad, so I took the back roads, and it was still terrible. To top it off a blasted train decided to go past, and it was loooooooooooong! Grr! Fortunately Isaac mostly napped and when he wasn't zonked he took the trip with pretty good grace. I arrived 10 minutes late to gym class and collected Melissa,
- Turn around and go back south again to pick up Matthew and Jonathan. Our timing was good and we arrived just as they were walking out of the building,
- And pick up the babysitter for our date night!
[Post by Rachel with edits by yours truly, by request]
2 comments:
Poor little guy. His childhood already is starting to sound like Greg's. I think my dear fiance broke almost every bone he had in his arms and whatnot growing up. Admittedly most of those were in baseball, but still. I guess being a little boy is dangerous!
Sounds like you need to teach him how to fall right.
An ounce of prevention :)
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