Yesterday morning we went to the play gym and were having a wonderful time. Sam was running around and we got to see Karen and Aiden, who have been busy with Karen's mom for the last week.
The boys were playing happily, so I dashed out to use the restroom. When I came back, Karen was holding a teary Sam. He had been walking across some foam blocks and had a very minor fall off of them. I took him and hugged him, and then set him down to go play with Aiden. I hadn't gone more than a few feet away when I realized Karen was holding him again.
Sam was still crying, which was bizarre. He can whine like a champ when he feels like it, but to really cry like that shows me something is very wrong. I again took him from Karen and went to sit next to Karen's mom. Sam continued to cry as she gently looked at his left ankle. It wasn't swelling and it looked normal. By this time, we had the attention of several other moms in the gym. I set Sam on the floor, hoping he'd run off like he usually does. Instead, he crumpled right in front of me. It was obvious to everyone watching that he couldn't put any weight on his left foot.
And so I quickly gathered coats and bags and dashed out of there. (Karen, did I even say goodbye to you guys? I'm sorry!) Once in the car, I called Urgent Care and made an appointment. The few times Sam moved his foot started a fresh batch of tears.
I lugged Sam into the clinic and lugged him to a waiting room chair. He simply sat there, not even trying to get down. He is normally so active, so I was getting more and more worried. We were called back and I carried him into the exam room. There, he sat on my lap, not making an effort to get down and look around. The nurse took his vitals and said the doctor would be right in.
As soon as she left, Sam noticed a poster of the digestive system on the wall. He pointed at it and I started explaining it to him. He was very interested. By the time I got to - well, the END of the digestive system, Sam was laughing. Energized by the graphic story, Sam jumped off my lap and excitedly ran in place.
He is going to be the death of me.
The doctor came in and examined him, and all looked fine. She gently asked him if he'd try to walk up and down the hallway for her. Sam tore back and forth, wearing no pants, yelling and nearly knocking over the other nurses.
Needless to say, he was given a clean bill of health. We left and he marched out, holding my hand happily.
I'm consoling myself by believing I'm not the only first-time mom to bring a healthy, unharmed child to Urgent Care!
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Grandma thinks that although the fall was minor, the fact that Sam's Mom wasn't there right away caused the flood of tears.
I'm just glad he is ok. I wonder if he just bumped his ankle bone or something. That hurts like the devil too but would fade out?? Ugh, I don't know. He had me in a panic too!!! And yes you actually did say good-bye! LOL.
Em, I'm certain that the nurse for Beckett's doctor already knows my voice. And I fear that the receptionists do too! But I'd rather be safe than sorry. Glad to hear he was back to his old self again!
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