Yesterday morning, my daughter and I arrived at her school and parked the van. My oldest son immediately started walking towards us (He and his brother prefer to take the bus so that they can hang out with their friends) and I knew that something was up. Something was up — my middle child was injured.
A bunch of kids had been playing tag, when one of the girls slipped and fell. My son then tripped over her and landed right on his shoulder. When I got to the office, he was sitting in the big comfy chair with an ice pack on his shoulder. He cried whenever he moved his arm — at all — and the principal said that he had the same reaction when he broke his own collarbone.
It hurt for my son to even walk, so I scooped him up and carried him to our van. He brightened a bit on the drive, and even more as we waited (for two hours) in the ER waiting room. I was pretty sure that his collarbone was not broken, but when we (finally!) saw the Doctor, he was pretty sure that it was broken and sent us for an X-Ray.
(My husband and I were texting all along, as our son was busy watching Phineas and Ferb on the waiting room TV and I had time for live updates.)
We went for the X-Rays (Nicest technician EVER) and then went back to wait for the results. The Doctor (Finally!) called us in and … no broken collarbone. He was surprised, but noted that the pain my son was feeling was right in the joint and was likely more muscular pain.
I was just so happy that it wasn’t broken. It’s still painful, but not broken painful. I had been pretty emotional on the drive to the hospital (Behind my sunglasses) but once we were done, all I could do was smile.
Have you had to be in the ER with your kids? How did it go?
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