So the other day, when he tripped over a box in the kitchen while pretending to be a launching rocket (just to go wash his hands in the bathroom), thought I might have seen a prophecy fulfilled. I continued to worry about his foot especially when he woke up in pain in the middle of the night and wouldn't put pressure on it. I had hoped to just see a physician or just get a quick x-ray to confirm breakage, but I guess the rule is "if you think it's broken, go to the ER".
The four kids and I geared up for what I was sure to be a day long adventure in the ER. (mainly because there was no real emergency like large sharp objects protruding from him or dangerously high fever so our triage would be low) With camel bak loaded with snacks, lunch, books, and of course water, we braved the ER as best we could.
Thank heavens for the interesting factor ER's have and that the bed could fit the three mobile kids. I am sure they loved all the mixed emotions coming from behind our curtains since the bed sharing switched rapidly from fun to frustrating and back again.
In the end, his foot wasn't broken which I still am a bit skeptical about and he had the chance to get a pseudo cast. Avoiding a broken bone for now only makes me more anxious for the future. May be it has something to do with the tight rope he jimmy rigged on our wooden play structure that he climbs to get on top of the roof of the play fort!
