My son played a tough game of lacrosse last night. His team ended up winning 10-9 in an all-out battle, which left him with a bruise on his ribcage where a hard shot hit him, followed by a stick. Ouch.
I am no doctor, but I am pretty sure nothing was broken. In fact, that night he seemed perfectly fine. It wasn't until the next morning at school that I started receiving the following texts:
Son: It hurts to cough and walk with the bruise I have. I <3 Sarah
Me: It will quit hurting when the pain goes away. Also, pain is weakness leaving the body. Luv Mom
Son: I can't run. I <3 Sarah
Me: Then you won't be on the track team. U already missed 1 practice. Suck it up. Luv Mom
Son: Can u write me a note and put it in the office?
Me: (Nothing--I did not reply)
And that was the end of that. He went to track practice and survived.
I hope he doesn't really have a cracked rib. I would feel terrible.
-Lela
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
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5 comments:
The wisdom of a mom>>>>no reply.
Oh gosh. Love this. Tough and smart Mom. You rock Lela. He knows that too, I'm sure.
Love the (Nothing-I did not reply)
It always feels worse the next day. Give it a couple days and if it's still excruciating take him for an xray.
I don't think there is much to do with a cracked rib anyway...isn't it kind of like a broken toe? Wrap it up and suck it up until it heals?
Love your tough love. He's better for it!
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