A Time to be Quiet

Why do I even open my mouth sometimes?  I was just bragging to my friend the other day on the phone that I thought having two boys would mean endless trips to the e.r. and broken bones, doctor's bills and physical therapy, but that I had actually lucked out and didn't have to contend with any of that.

And then it happened.

Friday night, while enjoying some outside play with the gang here in our little community, Cameron got tackled after a pretty sweet over the shoulder catch and came up...screaming.  I immediately knew something was wrong with his left shoulder.  It was lower than the other one. It was hunched forward. It was awful.

It was my fault...

Now, I know I didn't cause the injury to my son.  Obviously, I was not the one who tackled him.  But did I indirectly cause it?  Why is it when you brag about something ("I never get sick!") and then bam! (swine flu)?  Does this happen to anyone else?  And why doesn't it happen when you brag about something that could have a great outcome?  I'm going to start telling everyone I know that I've never won a million dollars.

So, of course, on the way to the e.r. Josh and I were diagnosing our child. I said his collarbone was broken. Josh said he had a dislocated shoulder. Turns out we were both wrong. He has an AC joint separation (shoulder separation).  These words meant nothing to us until the words "specialist" and "surgery" were being thrown our way. Ugh!!!  My poor baby. And poor me, dang it.  Who do you think is going to be schlepping him around and worried sick until it is all settled?

We will know more tomorrow after seeing the ortho specialist.  This should be most interesting...

I will be sure to keep you all posted. Oh, and my big fat mouth shut, too.

Love and hugs to all...until we see each other again.

Aub