Broken Baby

Drunk Frat Boy strikes again-

Poor little guy just has to keep this Momma on her toes! Ugh…

Seth had the kids for the day and I had dinner with my Dad and Sis and was on the phone with my Mom making movie plans when I got a call from Seth. He had already call once right as we were leaving dinner and I hadn’t been able to answer so I decided I had to take this one.

“So, we might have an issue with Tru..”

Ugh… Every Mother’s worst nightmare… He goes on to explain the bigger boys were wrestling and Tajh possibly pushed Tay who then fell into Tru. Tru wouldn’t stand and didn’t want to be touched but was fine laying on the bed, flat, not moving, alone.

“Call my Mom to come watch the others and meet me at Phoenix Children’s”

I had my Sis drop me off at the hospital and my +1 finished up his run for the evening and met me there.

When Seth pulled in I went to get Tru out of his seat and I knew something was terribly wrong. I was able to get his left arm out of his seat, but his right had a death grip on the fabric. Seth at this point informed me that Tru bit him when he was putting him in his seat, my poor baby had something really wrong with him…

I held him while we waited and he was fine, but any attempt for me to sit was met with terrible screams. We placed him on the baby scale and he death gripped both sides, that boy didn’t want to be moved at all. The nurses looked at each other trying to decide if they should bump him up to the front of the line, I kindly piped in that that would probably be best and we were moved into a room right away.

A world wind happened of doctors and nurses coming and going. Once they had an IV they gave him morphine which shockingly did not do much. He still seemed to be in pain and didn’t just fall asleep as we had thought even though it was well past his bedtime. Eventually we got an X-ray and made it back to the room to be informed he was being admitted and had a broken femur…. Yup, of course he does.

My poor sad drugged baby...

My poor sad drugged baby…

So after a night in the hospital my little buddy got himself a fancy going away present, a SPICA cast for the next 8 weeks. It’s hot, smelly, hard to change his diaper in, and makes it hard for him to play. I feel terrible for him but luckily he seems to be taking it in stride. He doesn’t seem to be upset about it (probably just happy his poor leg doesn’t hurt anymore) and just wants to be held which I am totally ok with!  Slowly we are learning was he can play, sit up, and be a little more “normal”. Yup, keeping things interesting one hospital visit at a time…

Food and a stuffed friend make the world better!

Food and a stuffed friend make the world better!

 

A little video time with Tea.

A little video time with Tea.

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