I QUIT!!!!

I think God is trying to prepare me for having two sons. He wants to scare the crap out of me so that when Charles gets here and my life is one big meltdown I will be thinking, "At least it is not as bad as those last few weeks with Connor alone." That is the only explanation for the string of events that have taken place over the past week and a half.

Last Saturday Connor was invited to a birthday party at Jump Zone. Jump Zone is basically a giant room full of bounce houses, bounce slides, bounce castles etc. He was super pumped because his best buddy was going to be there and he knew he was going to get cake. You could get the kid to go to jail if you promised him cake. As soon as he ran in the door he sees is little buddy and they take of to the inflatable pirate ship/slide. About a minute later he comes down the slide laughing and climbs back up. Chris and I are standing at the bottom of the slide waiting for the boys to come down. I hear a shriek and then Connor comes down the slide on his stomach head first screaming in pain.

At first I thought he had gotten a rug burn on his face because the side of his nose was bleeding. No wait, that was from the park the day before when he busted his lip, cut his nose and got a giant goose egg on his forehead...wrong injury. So Chris tried to make him walk to the next bounce house and he refused to put his right foot on the floor. He touched his toes to the floor and started screaming even louder. I finally decided to take his sock off to make sure his ankle was all right. Red swollen ankle, puffy toes and a purplish tint from toes to ankle is what I saw. I immediately assumed he had broken his ankle and told Chris we needed to take him to the emergency room. Sorry honey, no cake.

We jumped in the car to head to the ER at Las Colinas Medical Center, the hospital near our house, and got stuck in traffic on the fabulous highway 114 in Southlake. I am kind of a road rager to begin with so when you add a screaming child and potential broken ankle to the mix, I was not very pleasant. We FINALLY get to the ER and Connor is by far the least serious injury in the room. There is a little boy who has cut most of his pointer finger off, a girl who has a concussion and is throwing up all over the waiting room and a teenage girl whose big toe is touching the side of her calf. I figured it would take us forever to get in so I started calling the urgent care centers to see if I could find one that had an x-ray machine. We pack back up and head to Care Now in Grapevine.

Two hours later they take us back to talk to the PA. The PA, not the doctor. I should have known. She tried to move Connors foot around and asked him to walk on it. When he started screaming in pain she decided to order x-rays. I can't be near the radiation because of the huge pregnant belly so Chris takes him back alone. "Well, the x-rays of your foot and ankle are clear so it must just be a sprain. You should be walking normally again in two days."

Whew, cast avoided. Hallelujah! Two days later he was still limping pretty badly and I thought about taking him to his pediatrician to get it checked out one more time. I once again went against my gut feeling and thought he was walking a little better. Friday rolled around and he was STILL limping. Then he jumped off my bed and started screaming bloody murder again refusing to put his foot down. I freaked out, called Chris and then called the pediatrician. Chris came home from work and I ran to Care Now to pick up a copy of the original x-rays to take to his doc.

His doctor immediately said that she wanted new x-rays because when a child under five have a foot or leg injury they should be x-rayed all the way up to the hip. Sure enough...no sprained ankle. Broken tibia right under his knee. After a trip to the pediatric orthopedist, little man has a bright red cast up to his groin. Poor guy.

One broken leg plus a sinus infection plus a stomach bug complete with explosive diarrhea plus staying home from MDO plus an eight month pregnant mom with a bad back equals a pretty bad week!

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. Remind me again why I am having another baby...