Broken

We were home from Myrtle Beach a total of 30 minutes before the next noteworthy event occurred. As I was unloading the car, I asked Xavier to carry the buckets back to the sandbox. After complaining, arguing, and negotiating as only Xavier does, he begrudgingly took the sand toys from my hand and headed for the backyard. Less than 15 minutes later, I couldn't find him. I went into the house and found his shoes in a pile at the bottom of the steps. I yelled up to his room and the only response was the click of the lock on his bedroom door. I picked up his pillow and headed upstairs. I used the key to get into his room only to be greeted by a very panicked little boy telling me to "get out!" I kindly told him he was welcome to stay in his room, but he was not to lock his door. I assumed his odd behavior was from being tired from our trip and left him alone.
A while later, Andy called him for supper. When he finally came down, he acted very strangely and didn't touch his food. I was really starting to worry about the little guy. I began planning to get the bucket from the basement and wondered how many times I was going to have to change his sheets that night. I assumed he was getting sick.
Finally, when it was time for bed, Andy couldn't get Xavier's clothes off. Xavier couldn't raise his left arm at all. Andy coaxed the truth out of him. He had climbed the fence(which we'd told him not to!) and fallen off. He was wearing his bike helmet, but landed on his shoulder.
We decided there wasn't much we could do at almost 10:00pm, gave him some ibuprofen, and sent him to bed. He was up 4 or 5 times in the night, literally, screaming in pain.
Do you think we went to the doctor in the morning? Noooooo...we went to soccer camp! Xavier was supposed to have a week long soccer camp. He really wanted to go and really didn't want to go to the doctor. He convinced me he could do it. As I watched him try his best on the field, really favoring his arm, I called the doctor. After a trip to the family physician, a trip to Dublin Close to Home for x-rays, and a visit to the Urgent Care, Xavier came home with a figure eight brace/Clavicle strap to wear for the next two weeks. No soccer, no gymnastics, no bike riding, etc. No fun!

The next few days were a little rough. His face was so pale and he complained he was cold all the time. The doctor prescribed some Tylenol with Codeine that really helped!

The moral of the story? Xavier will tell you...Don't climb the fence when your parents tell you not to.

A big shout-out to the Marysville soccer camp at the high school. They not only refunded my money, they gave Xavier a camp shirt too!