On Sunday, my son lost his happy-go-lucky self that he always is. I was worried that his ear infection had lingered even after one round of antibiotics. So when nothing would console him, not even Tylenol we though maybe he needed a nap. When he woke up even more grumpy, I was beside myself. I didn’t know what to do.
It was lunch time, so I offered him chocolate milk thinking that would cheer him up at least, he screamed at me. It wasn’t until I served him lunch that I noticed he refused to use his left arm. I wasn’t positive, and didn’t think about it too much because I was doing a lot of other things at once. In all honestly, I thought he was just finding something to be stubborn about.
When we were both done with lunch, he was back to screaming and being upset. So I sat down with him in my chair and put on his favorite movie. Every time I moved in the slightest, he cried out in pain. My husband came down and he had lunch, and then gave the kids a snack. I pointed out to Andrew that Miles was not using his left hand at all.
He watched him for a while, sorta checked him out and said he can use his hand, and he’s in pain but he didn’t think it was worth taking him to the ER and exposing him to more germs. (my kids get sick every time we go out) So, I decided he knew best and we stayed home. He was being a baby when I was around and toughing it out when daddy was around so I started to think he was just taking advantage of mommy. There was never any doubt that he had pain, I just felt like he was making me the victim of his pain.
When we got up this morning and he still wasn’t using his arm I knew I was going straight to the Doctor’s office. I called them as soon as I thought they would start taking appointments and we were there before nine. We waited our turn and then he was examined, No ear infection. That was good news, but she wasn’t sure what was wrong with his arm and sent me downstairs to the X-ray Lab. Because I had Zoe with me, they had to take him away from me to do the X-rays. Everyone in that Lab could hear my son screaming and the lady that was after him said she would have been scared to go get an X-ray if she didn’t know why he was screaming.
He calmed down when he saw me, but I was a complete mess. My son was in pain and I couldn’t be there for him. I was practically in tears. We waited for the print outs and marched back upstairs. The X-rays were clear (no breaks, more good news). The doctor started telling me that he will probably be better in a few days and I was terrified to leave the room (knowing I would be held hostage to a two year old). Something was wrong with my child or me. But as I was about to put his shirt back on, she decided she wanted to try something. She re-examined his arm and then pushed his hand up into his shoulder holding his elbow very tightly, and the screaming got really bad again and then it was over.
She said she felt a tendon pop back into place. She said to give him some IB and that he would be in a little pain still but that it should get better within a few days and if not to bring him back. He was better by the time we got to the van. Oh my heart lifted and there is joy in the house again. My son is happy and back to his silly little self.