Broken foot.

Vince fell down the stairs last night while reading his phone at 9:45 pm.  He came into our room crying that his foot hurt.  The thought of going to the ER at 9:45 pm for a slightly sprained foot made me exasperated.  I was already in my PJs thinking of my head against my soft pillow.  And even though I think of myself as a compassionate person, I also am kind of a suck-it-up kind of mother.  So I gave Vince an ice pack and Motrin and sent him to bed.

This morning, I was gone early and wasn’t back until after school let out and Vince’s foot still wasn’t feeling good.  I found an after-hours ortho office that was open.  He brought math homework that was freaking him out to do in the waiting room.  It was basically a whole afternoon freakout about math/foot/testing anxiety.   It didn’t help that I was sure that the foot wasn’t broken and that it was all in his head and Vince could tell that I was impatient.

Anyways, the joint is very point tender and they couldn’t quite tell if there was a fracture on the film.  If there is a fracture, it’s right on the growth plate of the fifth metatarsal and so we got the conservative treatment.  We got a two week stay in a boot for our trouble.  And I think he understands his math.  Gah, now I feel badly.  A little mothering guilt.  Anyways, if we had gone to the ER last night, we would have had to go to the ortho today anyways.  So…win?

One thought on “Broken foot.”

Leave a Reply