I now know what I would want my super power to be. At first I thought I'd love to fly, then I thought I'd like to be able to be in two places at once, then I wanted to be able to read minds. But, I soon realized that those super powers would probably just cause me more headaches and stress. If I could fly, people would always be asking me to zip them around the globe or deliver messages or packages or some sort of nonsense. If I could be in two places at once that means I'd have to do twice as much work. If I could read minds I would know what Little Bug is thinking, but really, I think that just might be a double edged sword.
So, now, I'd like to have x-ray vision - and I only want to be able to use my power when there is great need. For example: if you've got a child who decides to freak out when asked to hold still for an x-ray - that would be considered "great need".
We tried to get x-rays today on the injured foot. Little Bug kicked so hard that he moved the table across the room. I burst into tears and the poor x-ray tech didn't know what to do with either of us. I REALLY don't think it's broken, but I called the doctor to see what she wanted us to do. She wants us to go to urgent care at one of the hospitals, have him sedated, and then take the x-ray. This is the ABSOLUTE last thing I want to do. We've decided to give him a few days and see. I know. I'm terrible. But you have to understand how much Little Bug hates doctors. He cries when we drive past hospitals. If you take him into a room that even remotely looks like a doctors office he will go crazy. Meltdown doesn't even begin to cover what happens to that boy when doctors are involved. And having a doctor or nurse stick needles into him really won't help his fears. I can guarantee it.
I really really REALLY believe that it is a sprain. I don't think it's broken. The doctor doesn't think it's broken. She just wants to make sure... and I do too, but I'm not sure that the sacrifice is worth it. It's not swollen, discolored, or tender to touch. He walks and runs on it - just with a little bit of a limp.
So, hand over that "Bad Mom of the Year" award. I'm going to make him wait a few more days and then we'll see what happens... please don't lecture me on "sometimes we have to make our kids do things that they don't want to". I've beaten myself up on this one just fine on my own.