Keeping on track...
Thursday, October 06, 2016
So today was a very long day, and it was proceeding a very good emotional day, very bad eating day, and a horrible day to be a mom!!!
Yesterday, my son had his 18 month check up. I don't ever get out of bed early, however the woman schedules me for the first appointment Everytime for the last 18months. Well my son and I woke up at 9:10 to be at the doctor 30 minutes away by 9:30. Thank goodness they have a 15 minute window...well I grabbed a pop tart for my son. Something to eat is better than nothing...but I didn't grab anything for myself because we would be coming home right after his visit and I could wait.
We got done with his visit 2 hours later and I was ravished. I needed food and I needed food now. The first place after the doctors office was bk. I thought I will get my son something and I will get the smallest thing on the menu. Well then I realized I had left my glasses at home and couldn't see the small screen(where they put all the semi healthy stuff) so I just ordered a whopperito thinking it was on a tortilla instead of bread...healthier. it was HUGE!!! I ate less than half and felt ashamed the whole time. So then I called my friend and decided to go to her house for the after noon. We got down there and she then fed us sandwiches...it is so hard to turn down my favorite food.
Then we were getting home sooooo late, my son was hungry I had nothing our of the freezer to cook, and so we ate out yet again. Epic fail day....but i failed myself. I didn't plan ahead.
Then we finally got to sit down and relax and my son's grandmother called and we did hangouts. My son was playing with the dog, had one of my throw blankets on the floor(hardwood) and one foot went one way...one foot went the other.
I wanted to take him to the emergency room that second...I was leaving. My boyfriend who is way more calm than I in those types of situations says no, we don't know what's wrong, he isn't crying he isn't upset he probably just twisted it the wrong way. He'll be fine. I said okay but if it hurts him in the morning I'm taking him to the doctor. He said okay.
My son still sleeps in bed with us. So he kept us both up several times through out the night crying...we woke up really early and I called his doctor. She said to bring him in and they'll send him for x-rays. So my bf and I took him into the doctor. We all ate breakfast before going, a healthy breakfast. Then we got done at the doctor she sent us for x-rays...we came home ate lunch and then went for the x-ray. ( X-ray techs just got back from lunch) then we got the x-ray taken...went home and anxiously awaited a phone call. Turns out his foot is not broken or fractured and I am supposed to give him Motrin.
I feel so bad for the little guy. He is still in such pain and wants to play and run around and when he tries it hurts so bad that he falls and cries!!! I just want to hold him and protect him and keep him safe always.