A few weeks ago, I noticed that the Mini was limping. I called my friends and asked if they had noticed him limping at the park while they were there during playdate (I stayed behind because it was hot, and I hate sweating, and LG was overdue for a nap). Neither of them saw anything, but the Meester had said that he was complaining of his leg hurting in the morning. I didn’t really think much of it, because I figured it couldn’t be that bad if he was able to turn it off so that he could go to the park with his friends.
By later that evening, it was clear that he was in a considerable amount of pain. I gave him some motrin, figuring that he’d be OK, but when he refused to walk on it the next morning, I shuffled him off to the pediatrician. It wasn’t his regular doctor on duty, and while I’ve seen this doctor enough, I felt uncomfortable bringing him in with an injury. I’m sure it was mostly in my head, but I’m always afraid that they’ll be all Judgey Mcjudgerson and think that I’m abusing my kid. Especially when they ask how it happened. I know that’s their job and it’s also their job to assess whether or not you’re lying and you really are abusing your kid. I feel my regular doctor would know better and not even really question it. What was worse, is that we have no idea how he hurt it. So I felt especially self concious, wondering whether or not she was eyeing me up.
She asked him where his leg hurt, and he pointed to his left shin. She had a student shadowing her, and quietly mentioned to her, that she started with the leg that didn’t hurt, in case it was something that they were making up. She applied pressure up and down his leg, and then the other leg. She laid him on the table and started to rotate his hips, and when she moved the left one, he started to cry. Now, for one thing, three year olds, while they are plenty dramatic, do not have the ability to pull off a long term charade like that. They are good actors, but they’re not that good. Also, the Mini, given his PDD nature, doesn’t really lie. If he tells you something, it’s true.
Anyway, they sent him for x-rays, and everything was fine. So we were instructed to keep his activity level down, and give him motrin for a day or two to keep him comfortable. He was fine in a couple of days, and was back to his active self. Which, thank God, because do you know how freaking hard it is to keep a three year old still? The doctor called a few times to make sure he was OK, which, again, was probably just her doing her job, but I felt like I was being watched.
Cut to yesterday when he started limping again, and now I’m afraid that CPS is going to show up on my doorstep. He has an appointment with an orthapedist on Monday, because this happening twice in 2 weeks is alarming to me. Maybe he’s just pulling a muscle, but I can’t help but worry that it’s something worse.