Irony

I don't know what's more ironic -- me having a mental breakdown this morning when Sophie and her sprained foot threatened to ruin my plans for the day (right after filling out Ethan's "All About Me" sheet and jotting down that my number one goal for him this year was to learn to be more flexible); or Ethan ending up in the ER this evening after complaining LAST night that it was no fair that SOPHIE got to go. 

Oh wait, do I need to back up a little bit??  Hahaha.  I think I do.  For those who haven't heard yet, Sophie fell off of Grace's piggy back yesterday evening and landed on her foot wrong.  After MUCH weeping and wailing and dramatical hysterics (most likely spurred by her overly tired and emotional state of being), Scott decided to take her into the ER to make sure it wasn't broken.  We thought it was probably for the best since she wasn't able to move it without shrieking in pain, it was definitely swelling up, and she said she couldn't seem to straighten it out all the way.

I bet you can't even tell which foot it is, can you.  Neither can I.  Hahaha.

Of course, by the time they got there, Sophie had sucked it up and stopped crying and after charming her way through the ER staff,  they were on their way home with a clean x-ray and a foot sprain diagnosis.  Because they got back home rather late, it was no surprise at all when Sophie woke up this morning in a terrible mood and refused to go to school because her foot was still hurting and she couldn't walk on it at all.  After the aforementioned mini-breakdown, I called Scott who helped talk me off the metaphorical ledge and then passed the phone to Sophie, who he calmed down as well and finally convinced to go to school.

Once there, the school nurse convinced her she just needed to walk on it slowly and carefully and from then on she seemed totally fine.  I was able go about my daily schedule exactly how I wanted and was prepped and ready when the kids came home from school.  Everyone was in a delightfully pleasant mood when they got off the bus, and other than Ethan complaining about a headache, they all settled into their usual after school free time activities without any problems.

Fast forward about 15 minutes and all of sudden Ethan was FREAKING out about his head hurting, and screaming and crying and writhing around in pain.  It was crazy.  I had him go lay down in his room where it was quieter and darker and cooler, and told him to drink some water because it seemed like he was probably dehydrated thanks to the extra hot weather and humidity we've been experiencing the last few days, but that didn't help very much.  And I couldn't find any children's motrin or tylenol, either.  Well, the next thing I know, he started freaking out even more because he felt like he was going to throw up.  Throw up he did, and at that point I was getting more than a little concerned.  After calling the doctor to see what they thought, we were instructed to get him to the Children's Hospital ER to have him checked out in case something more serious was going on.  

Check out HIS charm.  Hahahahaha.  J/K.  This face is a result of him seeing me get the phone out to take a picture.

He was already feeling a little bit better after the throwing up episode, but the nurse still thought it was better to be safe than sorry, so after pushing some more water on him and getting him some children's tylenol we headed on our way.  Much to Ethan's dismay.  By the time we got there he was already feeling practically back to normal, so it seemed like yet another waste of a hospital trip, but at least they forwarded us from the ER to the Urgent Care, and we were able to see a doctor pretty quickly who examined him and agreed that it was better that we had come in than not.  Since headaches and migraines are present in our family medical history, he said that it's quite possible that Ethan might have problems with it as well.  Of course, he also agreed that it could just be an isolated incident of dehydration, but now at least we know what to keep an eye out for.

So, that was our last 24 hours!  Never a dull moment, right???  Now if only Lover Boy would go to bed!  I guess that 3 hour nap he took today {which was delightful for me at the time} was probably not the best call for this evening's bedtime routine. Hopefully tomorrow will be less eventful than today!  Thank you and good night!!!