Gimpy Ben

This morning Ben decided to bless us with a sleep-in. Rob and Becca took off to her early morning soccer game in 40 degree weather (I pulled the long straw I will get to go to her 1pm game tomorrow!!!!!). When Ben decided it was time to get out of his crib at 9 I bounded upstairs full of energy and vigor (yea right you all know better than that). I lifted him out and set him on his feet and he crumbled to the ground crying. I picked him back up and he started limping around and headed very slowly to the stairs. It was impossible to get him to go down the stairs because he wouldn't bear much weight on his left foot. I am so glad he is such a petite child and I can bound down the stairs holding him in one arm!!! (do I need to say "yea right!!"?) Anyway after letting him hobble around for a while and resort to crawling I decided to call his doctor. God love the sweet guy he takes phone calls on his cell phone!!!! He said since Ben can't tell us what hurts and how it got hurt and because he was perfectly fine last night we should head to the er. Thankfully, again God love the man, he told me that the new Childrens' Hospital satellite er was open just 4 miles down the road so we wouldn't have to head downtown to that Children's. I waited for Rob and Bec to get home and we headed south 4 miles. Since all of Ben's extensive history is in their system it makes the whole triage/paperwork much more pleasant. Anyway, 12 x-rays later and 2 short hours later we left with the diagnosis of a sprained ankle that must have occurred during the night when he either got his foot stuck between the crib and mattress or in between the crib slats......evil crib!!!! Anyway, thank God for good doctors, sweet nurses, x-ray machines, x-ray technicians who can stand getting the s@#$%@$% beat out of them by a cute 3 year old, close hospitals and a patient and sweet big sister who helped entertain him the whole time!