Empty promises

Published by Kerry | Filed under Uncategorized

I should never “promise” that I’m going to be posting photos or videos “later today, or tomorrow”, “by the end of the week”, or “in my free time (wait…what’s “free time”?!?!?)”.  Anyone with even one 12 month old knows that isn’t an attainable goal unless you (are a working parent and) have a really boring job where you can surf the net all day long, or (are a stay at home mom or dad) who either has a super easy kid or uses her/his time that said kid is napping or playing to cruise the interweb (and not clean, eat, shower, brush her/his teeth, etc).  It just isn’t possible. 

I have a good excuse today.  I had to leave work early because on Saturday, Jeff and I noticed that Wes’s left forearm was hurting him.  We had originally thought it was Nursemaid Elbow, which I didn’t even know had an exact definition until this morning…but it appears that we were wrong.  After a quick trip to the pediatrician, we were written a “prescription” to take Mr. Wes to Children’s Hospital to see a radiologist.  We knew it could be a long night, so we stopped by Noodles & Co for some dinner, where Max and Wes had their first taste of mac and cheese (with veggies, of course)…

Max seriously couldn't shovel it in fast enough!

"Yeah, I got spinach and cheese on my face - what's it to ya?"

We then headed to TCH right down the street from our house, where our poor little guy had to get some x-rays.  I stayed in the waiting area with Max, and I’m soooo glad I did – Jeff said that Wes screamed bloody murder during all three x-rays.  All for good (err, not-so-good) reason too.  He has a fracture in his forearm that is going to require a cast!  When Jeff thought about it, he remembered last Sunday (over a week ago) when I was out for a girl’s night, Wes was having a hard time staying asleep.  When I walked in the door, Jeff was in the hallway, rocking Wes back and forth, and telling me that he had woken up crying hysterically (like someone was pulling his toenails out one by one).  We think he probably got his little arm caught in the crib slats, and when he tried to wriggle free, that’s when the fracture happened.  =(  The thought that I (we) let him crawl around with a fractured arm makes me feel like the worst parent in the world.  Poor little boo.

We were at the hospital waaaay past the boys’ bedtime, so we opted to just get the boys home and fed, give Wes a little Tylenol before bedtime, and go get his cast put on tomorrow morning.  Have y’all ever seen a 12 month old in a cast before???  I don’t think I ever have.  Oh well, it could have been so much worse.  I’m sure the radiologists have given parents much worse news in that waiting room (I have to admit that my mind wandered while we were waiting for what seemed like hours).  On the drive home, I kept reminding myself that everything was okay.  It’s a fracture, they are boys, it won’t be the last time.  I certainly didn’t think the first time would happen shortly after they turned a year old, but I digress.

I’ll update more when I can.  =)