The big news of the week is that Evan's hand IS broken. The big event happened on Monday in school during PE class. As any child would, he came home complaining of his hand/finger aching. After nearly 20 years of parenting I have learned that most complaint (at least 90%) end up needing nothing more that some ice, some love, and maybe a cookie. So that's what I gave him, along with some help on his math homework. The next morning, Evan left for school without a word about his aching hand...yeah!! Then about 30 minutes later I got the dreaded call from the school nurse. Whenever my child's school calls me, especially when I am working at the high school and the middle school calls, I immediately feel my stomach tighten. It is never good news. The middle school does not call you at work to tell you what a wonderful son you have. The nurse said something I've heard before, "I think you'd better come take a look at this." So I did, and yes it clearly needed an x-ray.
To make a long story short, Evan managed to chip a piece of bone from his middle knuckle and got a cast in exchange. He is enjoying the cast...and the extra attention he is getting from it. And me, I'm feeling a little bit guilty (especially since this happened once before). I guess the message here is that although ice, cookies, and hugs are nice...they don't fix broken bones.
Poor guy! Dont feel guilty. I did that with Sawyer. He fell and kept crying about it and whenever I touched the right side of his body he would cry. I made him sleep all night long with a broken collar bone!!! I felt so bad! But you are an amazing mom so its all good!
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