When I picked Alex up after work last night, he comes bounding down the stairs, prances across the lawn and throws his backpack into the car. When he flops himself into the front seat he says:
Him: I think I broke my hand today.
Me: Really? Why?
Him: I slugged a guy. We were kidding around so I slugged him.
Me: And broke your hand? Let’s see it.
He holds it up and it does look a little swollen. I think that he must have just sprained it.
Me: Can you wiggle your fingers? (I ask this because I know all those medical things and am pretty sure that if anything is broken you can’t wiggle it.)
He holds up his hand and wiggles all his fingers. He then pulls on his little finger.
Him: I can’t pull this finger down very far.
Me: (BIG SIGH) Ok, we’ll go to After Hours when we’re done with dinner.
No sense rushing into these things and he does look just fine.
We go home, fix dinner and then eat dinner. Hubby says that we should go to the After Hours clinic while he cleans up dinner. It is now 7 PM. Above slugging happened at 8:05 AM, almost 12 hours.
We both knew this was going to be a long night. We only had to wait an hour and then were seen by the doctor.
Dr: Looks like you broke you hand.
Dr: Are you in pain? Have you taken any medication for pain?
Me: (In my head, so the Dr doesn’t hear me. Why didn’t I ask that? I am out of the running for Mother of the Year now!)
We get an x-ray done and lo and behold, there is the break at the fifth metacarpal near his growth plate. He got a temporary cast and will need to see an Orthopedic Surgeon and possibly have some surgery since the break is so close to the growth plate.
This child is an angel. And after my first two, I deserve an angelic child.