This past weekend, I stayed home sick. It was hockey weekend in OKC. We are still waiting on news if there will be any more tournaments this year. We are short on numbers for a team. Parents are thinking and discussing. So, it was with disappointment, I chose to stay home. It might be the only tournament of the year and I am missing it.
Coughing and blowing and sneezing in a car...in a hotel room...not fun, not fun for anybody.
Definitely is not a recipe for good rest for every one there.
So I stayed home.
The girls stayed too.
Daddy O did his best to keep me updated.
First game, I received multiple texts.
Boys were doing great and winning.
First game was a win!
Rest and food and fun
Game 2
Daddy O texts with scores. Then Daddy O calls. He is concerned about Hockey Player. Coach is not putting him on the ice. My first thought is his foot. Daddy O doesn't know. I ask if I should call coach on the bench and he tells me No.
**sigh**
All I want to do is be there, cross the ice, and check on my boy. Coach recently assured me, he remembers the rules. I pray and wonder.
Another phone call Daddy O was able to attract Hockey Player's attention.
Did thumbs up and thumbs down....HP's response ~ thumbs down.
Sigh...so far away.
Game is over, we lost and my thoughts are on HP
Daddy O calls and reports in,
Hockey Player says, "My arm feels broken. Like all the other broken bones."
Any other time, I would laugh.
But he is in another state and I want him home.
Daddy O tells me he has limited mobility. Hurts to move his hand or hold anything. I suggest (in my mommy way) to skip the ER. All they will do is XRay and confirm. No bone sticking out so emergency surgery is not required. They will tell us to follow up with our doc.
Cha-ching $150 for the hospital.
Come home. Immediate care on Sunday with out doc. We have had so many mis-diagnosises, I prefer for him to discover my kid's fractures...
Call one of the other hockey moms and ask, "Is Dad giving me the sanitized version?"
Yes and No. He missed the hit, cause little brothers were distracting him.
I get the story.
HP went to the boards, his hand was on the boards
another player came in broadside to his arm
all legal
but sticks, hits and power
I know in my heart it is broken.
What IT is, is the question.
Wrist
Both arm bones
They come home.
Difficulty sleeping...
My boy is stoic and quiet...more so than usual.
He doesn't antagonize his sisters.
I can see the pain in his eyes.
At the doctors, he is all quiet and laid back. Not really giving doc details. So I step in, that is what Moms do, right? Doc examines and pulls and not a single word or OW or stop. That is what I get at home.
I step in again and tell doc, he is too quiet for his own good.
Doc, very politely tells me, "I see him flinching, I know."
hmmmph, I guess I need to be still Really hard to do...my 3.5 pound bag of sugar is hurt. Did I mention I wrapped my arms around him the night before and cried. Cried and cried until he asked if he could "..go to bed now?" I see the man he is becoming, but I also see him as 6.5 weeks earlier and 3.5 pounds in a isolette in the NICU. The tiny bundle my body evicted way too soon.
The tiny boy I sat and covered in prayer and wore my heart on my sleeve for. The tiny baby I fought to bring home with me. I want good for him. I want for him to play hockey if that is what he wants.I want for him to be healthy and whole.
So we go to XRAY.
After XRay we are sent to the procedure room
We are put in an exam room.
I get a little excited, must not be broken.
But doc comes in.
Broken.
Not as bad as it could be considering.
One bone.
Not the wrist.
Not into the growth plate.
Much to be thankful for.
Brace for now, come back during the week to cast it.
Woohoo! That means he gets to take a couple more normal showers.
Yeah, I love him... I just don't always like to smell him.
He is a teenage boy.
He tries to do his school work this morning. It is tough, he is right handed and it is his right arm in the cast. We are getting a lesson in sibling relationships and when it interfere. Dad's Bud joins us and starts to pester. I warn Dad's Bud to back off. But he doesn't know what that means and continues. He starts messing with HP's arm. Really? I warn him. Then I give HP permission to demonstrate the power of his arm. Yes, I did. What else do big brothers do, when little brothers won't back down because they are vying for territory and herd roles of leadership. Big brothers pop them with their cast and demonstrate they are armed and dangerous and it is best to back down.
Well Hockey Player didn't whack him. I grabbed HP's arm and banged it into Dad's Bud's chest a few times until he said ow. Point made. Leave your brother alone. He has my permission to settle it. He won't unless he has to, cause that is the kind of young man he is...
Brotherly Force as the last resort.
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