This past weekend, I was definitely not too busy thinking about the Navy Ball to notice Ethan hurting his arm. He would never be unsupervised long enough in his new playroom to perhaps fall off the couch or wrestle Ayden or Zach while I was showering. No, definitely not me! I always wake up before Ethan to get a shower in.
And if Ethan had injured his arm on Thursday or Friday, I most definitely would have believed him when he told me owie the first time! I didn’t shrug it off to growing pains or anything like that.
It was definitely not me, who, while rushing off to abandon let Ethan sleepover for the first night away from me, called for 3 different opinions from trained medical professionals, aka my mom, grandma and best friend, just so I could have a great time at the ball.
I also didn’t completely forget about the injury while dancing the night away with my super, sexy sailor man! (Pictures to come when I can find my camera) I would never forget about an injury that was randomly causing my son pain for one minute at a time.
When I was reminded of the injury after an uneventful morning and peaceful nap by an “Owie Mama! Owie!” and called the oncall number on base, I would never have exaggerate the pain so they would call me back with a referral faster. I would NEVER do something like that JUST to ensure he would still make it to bed on time.
After a nurse called me FIVE HOURS later, I would not have freaked out on her and the offices NEW FREAKIN SYSTEM. I am a cool, calm and collected mom. It would also NEVER be like me to freak out at the lady on the appointment line this morning after being on hold for 20 minutes only to be told, the earliest we could be seen is 3:30.
Ethan has a bowed bone (still waiting to confirm that) and I would never have kicked myself in the butt for being a tad bit of a slacker parent seeing as how I have NO IDEA how he actually got hurt. I also pay very close attention when the doctor talks so I TOTALLY know what the next step is in his healing process.
None of this would ever happen in my house…nope, never! If you want to read more of what NEVER happens to other people click here!
Oh dear…well, hopefully your medical professionals will ask you more questions next time
Glad it’s not broken–glad you had a nice night too.
Well, I would hope that you also would never beat yourself up. Because life happens, and it happens fast. Mom’s can’t predict that. My son broke his leg at 18 months, and I wasn’t there. My parents had him, and no one saw it happen. We laid him down for a nap because he was “whiney” only to find out several hours later he had a broken femur! May this be the last of Ethan’s major owies
Following your best instinct is best, Ethan is no worse for waiting….
Glad nothing more serious…
love you all
Mom