Another day. Another challenge.

So just when you think things are going swimmingly.  Bam.  Another test.

B just called me from the ER, where he took Colton tonight.  His leg is broken. 

Are you freaking kidding me?

They are waiting to speak to the ortho doctor and getting a splint before heading home. 

I still wonder how this happened when he was literally right in front of me.  We were in the bathroom (one of the joys of being a mom--never using the bathroom alone!) and he was on the step stool.  He started to fall backwards and I caught him.  Grabbed him before he hit his head, so I thought I saved the day. 

Apparently not.

Right afterward he screamed in pain.  And I knew something was not right.  He has had far worse bumps and bonks and hardly made a peep.  This time he had real tears and held his foot/leg.  He wouldn't put any pressure on it and just wanted to be held.  There wasn't any swelling or signs of a problem, just his obvious pain and discomfort.  Gave him some Tylenol and B got him to sleep. 

I planned to take him to urgent care in the morning, but he woke up and was still in pain.  B took him to the ER and, sure enough, broken. 

My poor little buddy. 

So now on top of O and his O2 fun.  I will also be toting around a 17 month old in a cast.  Not that we are going anywhere ever anyway. 

Grandma to the rescue!

My mother in law will soon regret saying we could call her at anytime for help.  I am sure she didn't mean at 2:30 in the morning.  She may be changing her number soon.

I am so thankful that my husband took him tonight and pray that he can make it on his business trip tomorrow on very little sleep.  That man continues to amaze me in the way he selflessly cares for our family.  I only hope that our children see what a fine example of a man, father and husband he is and that they can work towards that in their lives. 

Praying the little guy heals quickly and is back to tearing through the house with his big brother soon!