Party, party, ER!

Keller's birthday party turned out to be an interesting day for all of us.  Party was on Sunday and Friday before the party, he fell and hurt his wrist.  It wasn't swollen, didn't bruise and he only complained of pain off and on that evening.  Tony and I, being the wonderful parents we are, made him tough it out for his basketball game on Saturday.  He woke up Sunday morning raring to go for his party and didn't complain about it hurting at all.  Just to be safe, we gave him some ibuprofen and off we went to celebrate his special day with friends.  

Midway through the party, I noticed he wasn't really acting like himself nor was he using his right arm. 

 In fact, he even asked to sit out on a game of dodge ball because he couldn't grip the ball to throw it.

That's when I realized we had a problem.  We made it through the party, came home to open presents and then off to Urgent Care we went.  After getting an X-ray, the doctor on call said he had a broken thumb.

Strange and not at all what we were expecting because he never once complained of his thumb hurting but okay; they're the specialists so we'll go with it.  They wrapped it, put him in a sling and away we went.  Talk about serious guilt...I cried myself to sleep!  Not only did I make my son wait 48 hours to see a doctor, I forced him to play a basketball game with a broken bone! Needless to say, I'm no longer in the running for mom of the year but hey, the cupcakes were delicious, the party was great and he got the Aaron Rodgers shirt and Chima Lego set he wanted.

Doesn't that count for something?!?!  No, because the story got worse when we followed up with an orthopedic doctor. That'll be a post of its own!

Look at that cute boy still smiling-such a trooper!  Sorry your birthday ended with a trip to the ER but just think, it's one we'll never forget!  

P.S. I promise I'll never make you play in a game with a broken bone (unless it's your choice) or make you wait to see a doctor. Those days are gone!