I knew it was coming. With Carson’s wild and fearless ways, it was just a matter of time. I just didn’t think it would happen like it did this morning.
Today was Carson’s first trip to the ER. This morning, I was carrying Carson downstairs (a task he usually does just fine without my aid but he insisted), and somehow on the way down, I slipped and we took a little spill. Immediately, Carson wailed and grabbed his leg. He tends to be a bit dramatic, but I thought this time was different. I know my son’s cry, and I knew he was hurting. I tried to get him to walk (he refused to bear weight), I tried to feel for any lumps (he screamed), and I called my boss to make sure I wasn’t overreacting (she validated my thoughts). So, it was off to the ER for us.
Thankfully, Matt drove home from church for the event. Carson was seen quickly, he cried like a maniac when they did the x-rays, he wooed the nurses with his charm, and eventually my suspicions were confirmed. He has a buckle fracture of his left tibia… the ER doc said it’s not anything super major and it will heal quickly. Still, he was splinted up there and will be seen by ortho on Monday to be casted. He’ll probably be in the cast for about six weeks. Six. Long. Weeks. During Christmas and his birthday and while potty training. Joy of joys.
Carson is doing famously now. He took a fantastic nap after being drugged up with Tylenol with codeine, and he loves his “blue booboo”. He’s scooting around on his butt to chase down his crayons as I type this. He’s actually doing a lot better than his guilt-ridden, stressed-to-the-max mother. I was about to ask the ER nurse for some narcotics myself (kidding… sorta).
The splint and macaroni noodles. Gluing noodles to paper plates provided loads of fun for my non-weight bearing son. I’m open to any and all suggestions for crafty, calmish activities to entertain my very active child now that we have encountered this little set back.