The tears and drama lasted for about an hour and it seemed warranted, but for a four year old boy who may be prone to exaggeration...it was hard to know exactly what that meant. Josh checked him out and we offered the usual remedies - our boo-boo buddy from the freezer, lots of hugs and tissues, and then some Motrin when he still actually seemed in pain. Still...mind you...my very calm and knowledgeable husband didn't bat an eye or seem at all concerned about the situation, so I continued with the bedtime routine, gave a few extra kisses to Caleb and got everyone tucked in to their beds. It was hours later before I said to Josh, "What should I do for Caleb tomorrow if his arm still hurts." To which he (again calmly and without batting an eye) answered, "Oh, I'm almost sure his collar bone is broken, we'll get him an appointment in the morning and you can come in to have it checked out..." WHAT?!?!?! Josh reassured me (a few times) that there was nothing that we could or would do differently now and with a 3 am dose of Motrin (Caleb had refused it earlier, but woke up in pain then) we made it until the morning. Sigh...
|Go ahead, pretend you're a radiologist! Can you find the break?|
|Later in the day...and short lived, because I didn't really like the idea of him falling off his bike onto his arm - but he was a pretty good sport.|
|A few days later, my handsome Easter boy...and FINALLY the real smile I know and love!!|