You might look at this cherubic face and say to yourself, “How could this beautiful child ever give his parents a moment’s worry?”
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha . . .
Excuse me while I gain my composure.
Edgar is a mover–and a jumper and a climber and a runner.
And sometimes he bumps and sometimes he falls.
On Wednesday night as the boys were running to (yes, to) brush their teeth, Edgar, who was about a foot in front of Oscar, fell. Oscar couldn’t stop himself in time and tripped over his brother and landed on top of him. The result was a few tears then a limp.
We went to the doctor’s on Thursday; and since he wasn’t complaining of any pain, she opted to treat him conservatively–waiting until Saturday to see if the limp went away.
It did not. So, on Saturday afternoon we brought Edgar in for x-rays. The verdict? The radiologist stated emphatically, “There is nothing wrong with this kid!”
And, of course, as we are exiting the hospital, Edgar is hopping along (and occasionally running), confirming what the radiologist concluded–two minutes after his x-rays.
Nonetheless, it is good to know definitively there are no broken bones. And we are optimistic that whatever happened, Edgar’s body is healing itself.
In the meantime, I think I’ll make an appointment with my hairdresser. She has some work to do.