...we know that I did not, in fact, break Dean's foot going down the slide this morning! Since it rained last night I had him in his rubber soled shoes rather than his slipper like shoes. As we went down the slide together (it's kind of tall for him by himself, and there are no short slides there), his shoe caught on the slide and kind of torqued. I didn't think it was that bad, but he was crying uncontrollably. We made our way home; I called Matt and he said to get him to the Dr. since he couldn't put any pressure on it. I didn't see much swelling and he could move his toes, so I didn't think it was broken, but I figured better safe than sorry. So to our Pediatrician's we went. We saw a nurse practitioner we haven't seen before and Dean did not like her touching him one bit. The lolipop wouldn't even console him.
She didn't think it was broken since she could touch it without him writhing in pain and pulling it away, but since he couldn't put any pressure on it and cried every time he tried to stand up or move with it, we decided to go ahead and get an x-ray. So off we went to the hospital. I felt super sad when I couldn't be in the room with him while he was getting his x-ray (since I'm pregnant). I hate listening to him cry any time, but it's so much worse when I can't do anything for him! He was falling asleep on the way home so I just popped him in his bed without giving him any medicine. Hope he can sleep ok. Poor kid.