Coming home from work yesterday and I got a call from Angharad, "Dylan has hurt his arm and won't move it".
Damn, I hate calls like that. Total inability to do anything other than say 'I'm on my way, I'll be there soon'.
I had all sorts of images of him with a broken arm, collar bone or something for the 10 minutes it took to get home. And when I did, there he was looking very miserable and sorry for himself. Keeping very still with a pale face. Not the big grin he usually gives me when I get in.
We gave it 30 minutes to see how he was, tried offering him things to see if he could move his arm but nothing - even chocolate would not budge it.
Off we went to A&E (Accident & Emergency) at the local hospital.
When we got to see a doctor, she tried to look at him but moving him even slightly made him scream. She gave us some Calpol to give him and off we went to get X-Ray'd. Liam was really good, offering him the toy car he'd brought, the can of coke he had and being generally concerned.
Back to A&E with the X-Rays and just before the doctor comes back he starts waving his arm about! It was such a relief to see him 'ok' and we did our best to excuse ourselves from getting the 'neurotic parent of the week' award. It could have been he had dislocated his elbow or something and it had fixed itself when he was thrashing about (because he didn't like the X-Ray).
He cheered up considerably on the way home and was babbling away and giggling in the car (little sod). We went for something to eat at MacDonalds as we were all starving.
There must be something about our kids at this age. When Liam was the same age he did the same thing except he kept it up for a lot longer and put on a bigger act. We brought him back from the hospital with his arm strapped up as they were convinced too that it was really hurt and tried to cheer him up by taking him to Toys-R-Us where he got a trolley full of stuff out of us.
All evening he was looking sorry for himself with his arm in a little sling and then bam - sling comes off and arms wave about for getting ready for bed !
At lest we're getting better ... we didn't go to Toys-R-Us this time. Isn't it nerve-wracking having kids !