Where do I start...I have been out of commission for about a week. Lots has been going on in our house. My youngest son C was sick last week with pneumonia but he is finally getting better. My man was out of town last week for the 2nd time in a month...he never travels and I am not used to him traveling. Friday night I went to eat with friends so hopefully I could have some relax time and my middle son C comes running in and and his pinkie finger was hugely swollen. We have had lots of finger injuries with 3 boys so I was not running off to get an x-ray. Sometimes it is just a jam. You see I have already been to the orthopedic 4 or 5 times in the past few weeks for my oldest son. He hurt his knee in a 7th grade football game. He had to miss a game and some practice and that does not make him happy. He came out of the womb playing ball and that is his passion! Well the pinkie continued to be swollen and bruised all weekend. So we decided to go and get it checked out after much pushing by middle C. He feels a little left out in our familybecause both other brothers have broken things before. In his 11 years of life he has never broken a bone, so here was a chance that he might actually have broken something. N(dad) takes him to the doctor who says, "Yes it is broken and there may be some ligament damage and we might want to get an orthopedic consult". Middle C is elated. He has finally broken a bone and he gets a splint. He calls and texts on the way home. N and I discuss it later and we decide we will just wait and see on the ortho consult. We think...it's just a pinkie. Well, the trainer called yesterday afternoon from football practice and said big C had hurt his knee again and I needed to come pick him up and take him to the doctor who was waiting for us. By the way pick him up meant drive on the field and load him in the car because she didn't want to move his knee. Little C had football practice himself but middle C wanted to go with me to get big C. We get to the doctor and he finished examining big C and looks to middle C who has a splint on his pinkie and says " What happened to you?". Middle C answers "I was playing football at a friend's house on Friday night. My friend kicked the ball and it hit my finger and broke it. I told my mom and she said it was probably jammed or maybe broken and that if it got worse that we would get an x-ray later. You see my mom is real tired my dad has been out of town with his job and my brother has had pneumonia and...we you know big C's knee has been hurt for a few weeks. Well my dad took me to the doctor on Monday and they said it was broken and I probably needed and orthopedic consult but my mom and dad don't really know if I need one...but that is what happened". For those of you who know middle C know he enjoyed telling the doctor every word of that. I wanted to shrivel up and disappear but I couldn't. I silently prayed for "THE RAPTURE" to happen immediately but lately that has been a frequent prayer. The doctor said "Well while you are here let's just look at it". He did and he decided that yes it was broken and there was a torn ligament. He wanted to splint it better and leave it splinted for 4 weeks. He said "don't take the splint off except for bath time and it did not need to bend". At this point I was thinking that maybe this was more serious than we thought...and then I thought I heard him say "surgery". Yes he did say it! He said " that sometimes even after splinting for 4 weeks we have to do surgery". Middle C didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this point. I was speechless...until we got in the car on the way home. That is when I lost it...all of my frustration from the previous weeks came out. I said some things that I should not have said. I was just mad at the world. I wanted so bad for everything to be perfect. I wanted big C's knee to be well and for him to get to finish playing 7th grade football. I wanted middle C not to have to have surgery. I wanted little C to stop coughing and be feel better. Before I got home I had calmed down and apologized to both of them for the things I had said. I do think that there is one thing that my kids will grow up knowing about me and that is I am a "real" person. I tell them the truth and sometimes the truth hurts. That is just reality. They also know that parents make mistakes too and also have to ask for forgiveness. I was feeling better by the time we got home until later when Dad C got home and middle C ran to him to say "Mom really lost it on the way home and he might want to ask me all of the bad things I had said!" N just looked at me with disgust. All I could say to him was...
"On any given day all I can do is the best I can can do".
And that my friends is how I won "Mother of the Year Award for September 30, 2008".
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