....this.
Yep, 3 weeks into his school career and he has a broken arm. We got a call from the school last Tuesday to say that Small L had come to the office covered in dirt, crying with a bleeding nose and a sore arm and could we come and get him. Coincidentally tiny R had been sent home from daycare that morning with torrential gastro, so Big I was handy to go get him.
Small L happily came home but remained tight-lipped about what had happened, and has continued in this vein, despite lengthy and merciless interrogation. The school does not know what happened but another mother approached me later in the week to tell me that her son told her that there was an older boy who had been giving a group of Preps a hard time at lunch breaks and Small L had eventually stepped up to him, the challenge ending when Small L was pushed to the ground.
Big I administered what we call the "Playstation Test", and Small L proceeded to play Playstation for 2 hours straight without the slightest wince or grimace, so we decided he was fine and the week went on. Over the next few days Small L made the occasional complaint of pain in his arm, but in my defence this only occurred when he was being asked to do something he didn't want to do (e.g. pick up his toys, brush his teeth, go to school). It wasn't until he went to gymnastics (yep, I really did take him to gymnastics - so bonus points for me there) and couldn't put his hands on his head during the warm up that I twigged there might be a problem. Anyhoo, long story short, x-ray = greenstick fractures and a plaster cast (+ maternal guilt+++++).
As far as the incident goes, I've decided to try to be O.K about it for 2 reasons:
1) It is waaaay to early for me to get a rep. as an asshole parent.
2) It's not like my kid has never pushed anyone and I would rather be on this side than be the parent of a kid who has broken someone else's arm.
Big I is not quite as O.K. about it. Not so much that it happened but that no-one in authority saw it happen or tried to find out what happened (as far as we can tell). I see his point but there are 200 kids running around at lunchtime and realistically stuff will go under the radar.
As far as not picking up a problem for 3 days - I'm off frock shopping to be sure I have something to wear when I am named Mother of the Year (I'm thinking fabulous evening gown. With tiara. Definitely tiara).
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Oh dear!! What a start to the school year.....a bit of a worry though that your little one won't say how it happened...not that you would do anything different I suppose. I hope the weather doesn't get too hot, it will bit a bit of a pain trying to keep a cast dry!
Whilst you are out shopping for a frock you might see my husband looking for suit to attend same function. After repeatedly telling the children not to interupt hime whilst on the phone ( to me in hospital) he dismissed the middle child with a 'wait till I am off the phone!!!' Then when questioning him after he hung up with..'Right now what was so important?' small child answers ' I just wanted to tell you Croppy the chicken is dead.'
Oh dear, he is really going to need a suit.
Kiss Noises Linda at home ( http://lillyhootandhoney.typepad.com)
I don't think you did anything wrong. It's not as if he came home and was crying and complaining about pain, and you ignored him for days. I'm sure if he was acting as if something was truly wrong, you would have taken him to the doctor ASAP. So. No guilt! I have to say, that's an adorable picture of him! The look on his face is so mischevious!
who signed up for the mother load of guilt that comes with this job?? my husband missed our baby as she jumped off the back of the car on tuesday. trip in ambulance, puncture wound to head and mild concussion!! guess he will look sharp along side you and mr linda cottage!!
You're so funny!
This reminded me of when my younger (of the 2) was only three weeks old and had him sitting in his carseat and the husband was about to close the door and I asked, aren't we takin' him? and he said, No, he's gonna watch the house. He was referring to the big dog and that trip was our weekly drive to the country side. Hon, I meant Kevin. And he blushed ever so shyly.
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