Injuries and Illness

Knock wood, I am so lucky that my kids are so tough. Magician has a pretty high threshold for pain (so far) and Supergerky rarely gets sick, and when he does it usually lasts a couple of hours and that's all. Thank goodness. Last weekend Magician was invited to a birthday party. His very own party. His big brother wasn't invited. This, per Magician, was the greatest thing ever! Unfortunately after a party in the morning, a play at the shopping center playarea in the afternoon and then this party, this child was pretty tuckered. It was a gymnastics party and Magician zeroed in on the trampoline and jumped his little heart out for about 30 minutes straight. I finally talked him into trying the zip line. Well, this was the greatest invention since the birthday party and off he went - about 10 times straight. I imagine by then his little arms were tired and down he went. He fell on his foot and has been limping ever since. He looks like a little quasimoto. But, other than that first couple of minutes, if he is in any pain, he ain't talkin. The pediatrician thought it was his hip. The orthopedist thinks it's his foot - there was a bit of swelling but no obvious break. I have never seen a kid with a presumably badly sprained foot running and jumping like nothing was wrong. When he had his x-rays this morning, while lying on the table we told him they were going to just take a couple of pictures of his foot. When he heard the x-ray machine turn on, he gave a big grin and said "CHEESE." Too funny. The orthopedist said if he has any symptoms still in a couple of weeks to bring him back in. But other than that, just monitor him and no gymnastics for a few days. Tell that to my kid who was doing jumping jacks last night. And headstands off the couch. And chasing the cat. And tackling his big brother.

SuperGerky has an amazing constitution so far. The child has amazing recovery powers. I guess every superhero needs super powers - maybe that is his. One can only hope. There is a nasty bug going around. I don't really know much other than it is an awful cold with fever, sore throat, and incredible fatigue. The other day I got a call from my nanny that he wasn't himself - he actually took a nap in the middle of the day. And didn't eat his afternoon snack. You know there is something wrong when my creature-of-habit-who-lives-for-morning-and-afternoon-snack child refuses his afternoon snack! I got home and sure enough, he had a fever pushing 102. He had a bit of a meltdown when he "couldn't breathe" which I assume was some congestion. I braced for a long night and a few days home. Well, I gave him some Motrin and put him to bed. He woke up 9 hours later at the usual time raring to go. He was absolutely fine. Not even a sniffle. I refused a playdate for the afternoon because I was expecting him to be tired or sick or something. But nope. Nothing. He is an amazing kid. Both of them.

I am very lucky. I hope I didn't just jinx it all. If so, a note to the powers that be that can control this sort of thing, just ignore this whole entry. :)