Saturday evening was just an average every day evening. Hubs and I were chatting about our day, the kids were running around like maniacs. We were keeping half an eye on them. They were running from one end of the house to the other racing, burning off that last bit if energy before we brought them up stairs and got them tucked into bed.
And then out of no where Alex was crying. Not a normal ‘I’m mad at something silly because I’m tired’ cry. It was one of those cries that had me across the room to him before I even registered that I was up and moving.
I scooped him up and brought him to the couch to find out what was going on. He was complaining his ankle/foot hurt. From where he had been sitting on the floor and what he said to me I figured he likely rolled his ankle while he was pivoting to turn and run back the other way. So we pulled out the ice, and then watched him walk. He was favoring it a little, but it didn’t seem too abnormal. No swelling or bruising. So we put him to bed.
The next morning when we got up, Alex was still favoring his left foot and now there was some swelling in it. I figured it was likely a sprain but I decided to bring him into the emergency room and have some one look at it.
After a short wait we seen the Dr who said it looked like a sprain but since breaks are more common then sprains in young children he wanted to get some x rays.
Alex thought the x rays were the coolest. He was awesome getting them done, and looking at them was super cool too.
Thankfully it’s a sprain. A bad sprain, but I’ll take a sprain over a break any day.
2 weeks of light activity…. that should be easy to enforce on a three year old….. right?
Love, hugs and more to come later