Remember when I took Emma to the family doctor's south office, and then to Parkview Radiology Department, and then to our family doctor's north office? Well... today was Todd's turn with Cameron. Here's the very long story (because I feel like venting about my dilemma):
About 2 months ago, Cameron spent the night at a friend's house. Actually, a couple of boys spent the night at this friend's house. Cameron came home with a scratched/blackened eye. "How did this happen, Cameron?" "I was walking along and fell out of a tree" was the reply. Um, I don't think so. Most kids don't just walk along and fall out of a tree. The truth came out. It was a boxing match. I wasn't happy with Cameron for lying. I expect boys to scrap every once in awhile. Tell me the truth and all will be OK.
Yesterday afternoon Cameron asked if he could spend the night at the house of one of these buddies. I denied the request and suggested that the friend spend the night at our house. Fine. He came and so did another buddy. We had a spontaneous sleepover with two boys. Boys are fine. I have no problems handling boys... until last night.
Cameron came into my bedroom at around 2:30 a.m. asking for Tylenol. When I asked why he needed it, his reply was "I think I broke my finger." "How did you do that, Cameron?" "I hit it against the table." Fine. My thoughts were that boys were wrestling and he hurt his finger. I rolled over and went back to sleep. I sent Todd a text this morning asking him to check on Cameron's finger. All three boys were sound asleep and comfortable when I left for work.
After a range of motion assessment, Todd took Cameron to an urgent care facility this morning. X-rays showed a double spiral fracture on the 3rd metacarpal on his right hand. Sprial fracture, huh? That is not consistent with the hitting it against the table story. He was immobilized and this type of fracture required an immediate orthopedic consult. Todd took Cameron to O.N.E. (Orthopedics Northeast).
The truth of what happened? One of the boys started having spontaneous nosebleeds at 2 a.m. He has a platelette disorder and he does bleed easily... so easily it makes me nervous. The family room was stuffy so they went out on the back step; then they went for a walk; then they saw a car coming, and they knew they weren't supposed to be outside so they bolted and Cameron fell over something. The end result was the fracture. Now, what do I do with my 'close to perfect son' who has lied to me twice about injuries? I expect lies from Christopher, and I don't get them. I expect the truth from Cameron, and on two important occasions, I have not received it. What is a mom to do?
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