Crazy busy day on Marrs.
Today was Danny’s last day of school. He was so funny this morning. “time to go buddy” and off he goes to the car. (I parked inside the garage..so he went right to the car…). I hop in. “seatbelt Dan” as I look in the rear view mirror, I see my favorite 12 year old wearing swim goggles and signing “swim”. Um no big guy. It is the last day of school. Swimming after. He went to school. But he took in his swim goggles because today he was going to go swimming!
Jack woke up this morning like he is related to me (FYI- I am not a morning person… Never have been…it’s kind of funny when you think about the hours we keep here….). Poor kid. Bed head, eyes barely open he asks if he can skip school. I said “how about I pick you up when I get Danny for the day. Can you do a half day?”. He was so thrilled!!! So I grabbed him after I got Dan and the three of us came home for lunch.
While the boys are eating, I run up for a quick wardrobe change so we can hit the pool. I come down and Danny says “mom” he grabs my hand and starts to sway sort of. That is his signal for me to sing Barney’s I Love You. He does it whenever hurt, scared, or sorry. Today it was because he was hurt. He shows me his left foot.
Poor kid. He did something to it because it is starting to swell.
And he stops putting weight on it.
So, I make a phone call and get him an appointment. He needs to see a doc and get an X-ray. I call Hugh and he comes home.
There is a bit if back story for this. Danny, when he was two, broke his ring finger and we didn’t realize that was what he had done for 45 minutes. Poor baby was in a cast up past his elbow after the doc at Children’s Hospital reset it.
Not my shiniest parenting moment.
Because he is nonverbal, he can’t tell me how bad it hurts. I rely on cues. Not putting weight on it? Yep, that is my cue to pack him up and go get an X-ray.
I made an appointment. We needed to stall for a bit. And so he and I hung out.
Luckily, as the hour progressed he started feeling better. He started doing more and more things with that foot.
When it would have been time for us to leave, I called and cancelled the appointment. He was improving and I didn’t want to put him through the trama of getting an X-ray if we didn’t need to.
Now, he is none the worse for wear.
I’m still feeling guilty about the owie when he was two.
It’s been ten years.
You would think I would be over it by now.
Yep…not so much.
(We never did get to the pool)