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I would. Quite rapidly and quite loudly.

William, we believe, would do so as well, although probably not as much. None the less, I think he would have cried… a lot.

The Story begins

Greg, having returned from Mexico early this morning, was at home. Jeff had just come home from work to try and take a nap…. having turned a shade of green. Mary, William, at Daycare.

Jeff receives a call from Daycare – William has been crying for an hour and half, and did we have any suggestions to calm him down? They believed it was separation anxiety, since he had been home with Grandma all week. We didn’t, so the conversation ended with if he doesn’t calm down in the next thirty minutes, you’ll need to come get him. They also said he was refusing to walk and had to be carried to lunch. I commented that it was odd considering he ran into class that morning. Jeff says “Coming and getting him isn’t a problem.”

So, Jeff gets up, gets William’s Tiger (only thing I could think of that might be of comfort to him) and heads to Daycare. I got there and knew that all the children were down for naptime. I went and knocked on the door, no answer. Looked through the window panes on the sides of the doors and tired rapping when I saw someone. Called 4 times to let them know I was outsided. Finally the husband of the owner who was sitting in the office heard me rapping and opened the door. He told me that William hadn’t eaten any lunch and seemed pretty miserable.

I went straight to Williams classroom and his teacher met me at the gate. She told me that he had fallen asleep but wasn’t staying asleep. He’d wake up and cry. She said he had taken a fall but that nothing seemed wrong with him. She had looked him all over and asked other teachers to check him too. He started crying while we were talking and I went over there to him. I picked him up and as I was lifting him, he goes, “owwww….” I told her that I was taking him to get checked by the dr. Might as well be safe. She concurred and patted him on the back as we left.

He cried all the way to the van and then as I was putting him in. Once he was in and sitting he seemed okay. I thought one leg seemed slightly more swollen than the other. Nothing huge but it made me think emergency room. I called Greg and headed home. On the way I would lift the leg to knee height and he would start crying again enough that I looked at him and promised not to touch his leg again.

The Call

I’m working on a tech support line, and Jeff calls:

“I picked William up. He’s crying, saying Ouch, Ouch, Ouch”

This is not normal. William is the original stoic kid. Vaccination shots bounce off this guy.

“I’m coming by to pick you up. I think we need to take him to the Dr. or Emergency room.”

I’m not going to argue.

In the car, William isn’t William. He’s not outright screaming, but he’s not happy. One leg is slightly swollen. Not a huge amount, and not really the amount your would expect from a broken bone, but something isn’t right here. Jeff’s driving, I’m calling the Pediatric clinic. I explain the situation to the Triage nurse:

“Do you have the ability to do Xray’s on the premise?”
“yes”
“Can you see us now?”
“Yes”

I tell Jeff to head to the Pediatrician. If the Doctors that know William can see him immediately, and they can do the Xray’s, that’s got to be better than waiting in the general ER to see someone with no history on William.

Cool Springs

We get to Cool Springs Internal Medicine and Pediatrics. Jeff takes William out of the car, and heads in. I start on the paperwork. William begins to exercise his lungs again. We are shown to a room very quickly…

Dr. Swarr sees us. At this point, Jeff has gotten nauseous. I hand her the trash can, and take William. Needless to say, the doctor comes into the room to a screaming kid on my shoulder, and Jeff bent hunched over the trash can, doing everything she can to keep from throwing up. He handled it very well.

A quick exam later, I’m taking William to Xray. 30 minutes, 3 pictures later (the First one wasn’t going to work, because the lead protector we used was too big. William is favoring his right leg heavily, and is NOT happy when I have to straighten it for the shot. Froglegged is next, and that causes even more tears, but he holds still for the picture. He’s a heck of a trooper.

I pick him back up, and hold him close on my chest, head on shoulder. After seeing his reaction to moving his legs, I’m pretty scared, and am just trying to keep him as still as I can. We wait for the film to be developed (FILM! Haven’t they heard of Digital yet?), and head back to the room, the technician already leading the way.

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