Foosa's First Urgent Care Visit

Foosa's first trip to urgent care is in the books. (He's totally fine.) We were at the park and he was climbing up a (relatively short) slide. G2 was pushing him, and I reached down and pulled him up to the top so he didn't fall. At first he was thrilled to have made it up, but then about 10 seconds later he started crying. Not hysterically, but like something wasn't right. And he was holding his left arm. We left the park and came home, and he didn't want to push the button to make the garage door go down, usually one of his favorite things. When he showed very limited interest in a popsicle and was still holding his arm, we took him in. He fell asleep in the car about three seconds into the drive, but when we got to the facility and woke him up he continued to fuss and wouldn't use his arm for anything. During the x-ray, (where they insisted his dad hold him and not me because I 'had a lot more to lose' (I don't quite understand that, but whatever)) G2 said he heard a slight pop. And when he returned to me in the care room he was already using his arm again. And all smiles. He was diagnosed with 'nursemaid's elbow,' which is 'a partial dislocation of the elbow joint that happens when a ligament slips out of place near the elbow,' and apparently one of the most common injuries for kids his age. The manipulation of his arm for the x-ray was enough to pop it back in. They gave him a stuffed toy and some goldfish crackers, and he was thrilled. So a long night, but all's well that ends well. And no more climbing up the slide for Foosa.