A Broken Boy

I knew it was coming, and to be honest, I'm surprised it didn't come sooner. So after 4.5 years of keeping the twins in one piece (which is quite a feat when I think back to the park playdates when they were 2 years old), we have our first broken bone. And to my surprise, it was NOT my daring, adventurous, stubborn girl, nope, it was passive, sensitive CJ.

Everything yesterday morning hinted at me that I should cancel our trip to CALM (a local zoo). The house was a mess,  I had friends in Fresno I needed to go visit, it was hot, and it was still raining ash from the fires that started during our freak lightning storm. But I had told the kids we were going and one thing I always TRY to do, is keep my word.

We survived the majority of the zoo and I was enjoying catching up with the small group of friends that went. KC, JG and I were watching the Bald Eagles and CJ went ahead to the playground with some of the other kids and moms. Now CJ loves play equipment, but he is also usually cautious. He never goes on the monkey bars unless RJ or I are close by. Oops, did I say "never"? Well, scratch that. He decided he could go on the monkey bars all by himself (keep in mind, I wasn't even within sight of him) and Murphy's Law won- he fell. When I finally arrive, he is in tears and keeps asking me "Where were you? Why didn't you catch me? You are suppose to catch me." (Insert broken heart here).

We are not ones to rush our kids to the doctor, so rather than take my crazy trio to Urgent Care, I wait until RJ gets home and CJ and I head over. The nurse does the preliminary check and CJ won't answer any of his questions. Before the doctor comes in, I tell CJ he needs to answer the doctor's questions. With a tear-stained face, and in a serious voice, he answers "I can't. My foot won't let me." This kid, does he break an ankle or an arm (you know, "typical" fall-off-the-monkey-bars-breaks), nope. He breaks the bone on the top of his foot. Needless to say, he is getting spoiled now. He is just in a splint and cannot put weight on it, so I am getting my workout carrying him around (thank you Fit Body Bootcamp and those heavy kettlebells!). He is looking forward to getting an Angel's Red cast (yup, everything in our house revolves around baseball).

KC is doing her best to keep her twin happy and comfortable. When he finally goes down for a nap, KC says to me, "It is hard having a broken boy." I think about my brother who broke his neck when he was 16 and I am thankful that all we have to deal with is a broken foot (and perhaps some broken trust in mom right now).

As I write this, KC insists that I remember this wasn't our first trip to Urgent Care. In June of 2010, the twins were wrestling (after getting out of the bath, needless to say, they weren't clothed). While naked wrestling, KC falls off the bed and dislocates her shoulder and sprains her wrist. Have you ever tried to put clothes on a kid with a dislocated shoulder? It doesn't happen. So RJ takes KC to Urgent Care half dressed, while she tells everyone she was naked wrestling with her twin. *sigh*

I'm sure we will be visiting Urgent Care more times in the future. But let's hope it is not for a long, long time.