I can’t believe that our oldest son (Noah) is already 9 years old. Oh where does the time go? We’ve moved around a lot in the last few years for employment opportunities. In the middle of it all we found out we were expecting triplets, and welcomed them into our family last year. Noah has been a real trooper through it all. One thing we sacrificed was organized sports. Prior to last month, Noah hadn’t played an organized team sport since we moved from Frisco, TX back in 2005. We promised him that we would sign him up to play the sport of his choice this spring since we are all finally living together as a family again, and since the babies are getting bigger. He chose soccer.
Well…. we made it through a couple of weeks of practice and 2 games. Last Sunday Noah was practicing his soccer moves in the neighborhood park with Eli, a friend, and his dad. I was at home with the babies. They weren’t gone 15 minutes before I found Matt banging on the door (he didn’t have his keys with him). Apparently Noah either tripped over the ball or his dad’s foot. Matt said he heard a CRACK, but didn’t know what it was. Poor Noah was crying and was clearly in a lot of pain. Matt took him to the children’s hospital.
We have a very badly broken left clavicle. Unfortunately there’s not much they can do with a clavicle injury, other than put it in a sling. He’s not allowed to move it at all, which is challenging enough with a 9 year old boy. They gave him Tylenol with Codeine, which made him sick to his stomach. I was so scared he picked up a stomach virus from the hospital, but it turned out it was only the medicine. 3 days into the break he came down with a fever and laryngitis to boot (viral, of course). He missed a full week of school, which probably best, although I wish he had felt better through it.
It’s been a week now and he’s doing much, much better. He seems to be pain free. It seems like our biggest challenge these days is getting him dressed, and finding shirts with ‘buttons’. We’ve gotten creative on more than one occasion. He doesn’t go back to the ortho doctor until April 21st, so until now he’ll be sporting the sling. Here’s a pic of the poor guy when he got home from the hospital.
Matt said that while they were in the ER, and after they gave Noah meds for pain, Noah said “I’ll bet mom puts this on her bra”. He meant BLOG…. and might have said it…. but he was so gorked from the drugs it came out ‘BRA’. A funny moment during a not-so-funny event.
So…. if the counter is running for ER visits…. we’re up to 2…. and it’s still March.
Kandi says
April 2, 2009 at 3:02 amSweet boy…and I love that he’s thinking of Mom’s Blog during his trauma!! Hope he is better soon….Hey The Tanner Trio with only 2 kiddos is catching up with you guys and the ER visits….nothing broken or burned on this end though…knock on wood!!!
Michele S says
April 2, 2009 at 4:38 amPoor kid! That stinks.
With five boys, you should probably just call the ER periodically and make upcoming appointments. LOL!