Pole Dancing?

The boys bought roller blades with some of their Christmas money. Tuesday night the much anticipated roller blades arrived. It was a must to give them a try. All protected from head to toe, the boys practiced in the basement. Chase was going to use one of the support beams to stop himself. Well, the wrist guard slipped as he grabbed the pole, he lost his balance, his head swung back then SMACKED the pole on the forward swing. Down he went into a screaming pile on the floor. As a mom, you know when your kids are hurt and when your kids are really hurt. To be honest, I have never heard him cry so hard in my whole life. I know instantly something was wrong. He immediately had a huge knot on his face and was screaming in pain. Mark and I agreed he needed to go to the ER and have it checked out. We were concerned that he may have had a periorbital fracture. Our experience at the ER was unpleasant to say the least, the MD did not even x-ray him to rule out a fracture. So yesterday we spent the morning at the pediatrician's office and at the hospital for, yes you guessed it, x-rays. Thankfully, he did not have a fracture, but it is ugly. He was home yesterday from school and came home half day today. He is not experiencing too much pain, which is good. Let me tell you, life with boys, never a dull moment. At least it was not Ben!!