Our Golden Age Has Ended.

I have been a mom for exactly 5 years, 6 months and 4 days.

In that time, I've never taken one of my children to the ER for an injury.  Illness, yes.  Injury no.

Today, that golden age ended.

Thursday, Kenny jumped off the fourth stair - trying to show me how big he has gotten.  It went wrong.  I remember thinking, "Ah geez, this kid is going to break something at this rate."  
All day Thursday, all day Friday he limped and kept telling me his foot hurt.  When your three year old is consistently limping and complaining about the exact same spot - you know something is up.  This morning, he seemed to be doing better - until he went for a "run" with his dad.  He was returned not even five minutes later limping even more.

So we went to the ER.

Portable X-rays are awesome!

Except when they determine you won't be spending much time at the pool this summer.

Waiting for the nurse to come and splint his leg. 

We saw the x-rays.  There's a pretty obvious break in his ankle - along with a lot of swelling in the area.  However, the ER doctor is apparently not a "specialist" and didn't want to cast him without the advice of one. Also, there wasn't a radiologist on call (what hospital ED doesn't have a radiologist?) so for now, until Tuesday, he's in a splint and wrapped up.
Tuesday we'll take him in for a second opinion and see where we go from there.  Most likely he ends up in a cast for the next 4-6 weeks.
Crossing our fingers for not...
Because I don't know how I'll manage that one.  I'm overwhelmed just thinking about it.  Also, I have a race next week.  It will be interesting to see how Hubband manages the three trolls at the race while I'm busy...