Hi! My name is Zevon. I'm two!
Where has the time gone? It seems like just last week I was holding two little babies in the hospital, wondering how I would make it through the day. Now, I'm running after 2 two year olds wondering how I'm going to make it through the hour. I woke up the morning of their 2nd birthday and decided to make a birthday brunch. Since Will was still in MT, we were going to wait to do a big party when he came to MN in week. But a little celebration was in order. I baked raspberry muffins and put a candle on top for them to blow out. The boys loved the muffins! As soon as they scarfed them down, they went off to play with their big sister.
Mmmmm. Muffin.
Umm, there should be TWO candles on that muffin.
My parents and I had just sat down to eat our breakfast and discuss what we wanted to do for their big day when we heard Gus break out into tears. Evie and Guthrie were fighting about something, Evie held his arm and pulled, while Guthrie tried to run the other way. Something was wrong with his arm but we couldn't figure out what. What do you do when a toddler hurts but can't tell you where? We did a lot of pointing and poking, but Gus didn't do much else other than whimper and hold his wrist. He wouldn't use his left hand at all, and would use his right arm exclusively. After watching him collapse trying to climb up on the couch, we knew something was really wrong with his arm.
Guthrie enjoying his breakfast, t-minus 5 minutes from the incident.
Mom and I quickly got ready and headed to the ER with our little Gus. We were convinced it was his wrist, but every nurse that glanced our way said, "looks like nursemaids elbow." I vaguely remember reading about it in a parenting magazine. It is a common childhood injury, usually happening when someone pulls a kid's arm one way while he tries to run the other way. Essentially, it's a dislocated elbow. We were able to see a doctor quickly who confirmed what the nurses had been telling us. He did the reduction before we even knew what was happening. As soon as the doctor left the room to let Gus calm down, Gus had stopped crying. Mom offered him some crackers, he reached with his left arm, and started eating. I had been fine the whole time and able to keep it together (a feat, considering I have a weird phobia thing with joints and dislocations). But the moment I saw my son able to move his arm like nothing happened, I just about passed out from relief.
The rest of the day was as low key as we could make it. We spent the afternoon trying to prevent any sort of arm pulling that could lead to another dislocation. And Guthrie did his part by making arm pulling necessary (ie, climbing on the sofa, biting his brother, picking on his sister).
My parents had gotten a cake for their birthday, too, but we decided to wait until the next day to enjoy. We were worked up enough. Sugar wasn't needed.
Guthrie is mesmerized by the candles.
Zevon loves his chocolate cake!
No comments:
Post a Comment