well...in finally happened. something i knew would eventually come, but was still never really planning on. the pill and broken bones. the pill is intense, very strong and too coordinated. he is constantly walking the fine line between safety and destruction, but has always landed on his feet. last night it came together as the perfect storm for injury...so to speak, and he used up one of his lives.
a few minutes before friends arrived for dinner, in the midst of a soccer game with his sister, he hit the ground and came up crying. anyone who know the pill knows that tears of pain are few and far between, and when they linger alongside squeals of pain, we are in trouble. a quick visit from our ER doctor neighbor, followed by a recommended trip to the hospital confirmed broken clavicle. he was sized for a figure-8 and sent home, where he arrived with a rootbeer just in time to be mugged on my loving friends.
on the plus side: he is extra sweet, still funny (no longer a fan of e's new competitive soccer moves), managing his pain very well, sleeping even better, enjoying a rainy day on the couch with popcorn, and still one of the loves of my life.
get better quick buddy!!!
1 comment:
Ouch! Hang in there buddy! Your kids are so lucky...you are an incredible mom!
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