The Phone Call

Today I got the phone call.  The one as parents we dread.  It wasn't very bad, but bad enough.  Jake had a soccer game today in a town that's 2.5 hours away.  Brad was out of town.  The other 2 boys didn't want to go.  I didn't want to go by myself.  (it's a hard drive down back roads)  Jake told me it was okay if I skipped this one, that he would be ok.  So I did. 

The coach called around 2 this afternoon saying that Jake had been clipped during the game and was injured.  I felt like a horrible mom.  I wasn't there for him.  Not that I could do anything but get him home faster.  But.....   Coach said that he had a second degree ankle sprain and it was VERY swollen.  He landed on his wrist and was probably fractured.  I can't even begin to tell you how horrible I felt.

I finally got to talk to him and he sounded ok.  Said he wasn't hurting too bad.

As soon as he got home we went to see the trainer at the high school.  We both think his wrist is fractured (for those that don't know, I'm a rad tech) and the ankle is sprained not broken. 

He really is ok, just aggravated.  He hates being taken care of!!  And I'm hovering!!

Here's some pictures of my baby!!

                                    

 

His ankle is already looking less swollen but the wrist is looking worse!  We go to the orthopaedic doctor first thing Monday morning.  Jake swears he's not getting a cast!!  I hope it's so!