ouch!

Yesterday Luke dropped a hefty brick on his bare big toe. Ouch! His toenail turned black immediately. I asked if he could wiggle his toe, and he did, so--whew, no broken bones. "I need a Band-aid! Lots and lots of Band-aids!" he wailed. We went in and sat on the couch for the next hour until he calmed down. The rest of the evening, he was his usual perky self.

Then, at 9:30 last night, Luke woke up crying and writhing in pain. "My toe still hurts!" he cried. We sat on the couch again and watched tv, while I first called Mom (Curt's out of town), then my doctor. After a double-dose of Tylenol, he felt better. The poor guy. You just know how bad it hurts. At the height of it, I had that awful feeling of not being able to help. The last time I had that feeling, he pulled his elbow out of the socket (a big, big ouch!) and to go to the doctor. I've never smashed anything, but just the thought of it makes me weak in the knees. Being a mom kinda forces you to get over initial gross-out reactions.

All's well this morning. The toe looks pretty rough, but Luke said, "It's all better!"