Fractured

We've been at the Dr.'s offices quite a few times this week...

Some visits were pleasant...
Well-child visits where you get peace of mind and an all clear from the Dr.

Miss Ella is 23 pounds...33 1/2 inches tall

Poor girl got a vaccine today. I use a delayed schedule to vaccinate my kids.

I often get half-joking eye rolls from my Dr. when I ask for information sheets

about what vaccines Ella needs so that I can choose which one she will get that day.

I don't think that we should give them all the vaccines they're supposed to get all at once.

It's too much for these kids' systems. What's the difference if they get one at a time

over a longer period of time? At least in the end she will have all the vaccines

they recommend, but on a schedule I'm comfortable with.

She hadn't had one in 6 months so I decided to give her the MMR,

a year late but at least she finally got it..

So far, no reactions. That's the one that scares me most, the MMR.

I hear everywhere that the connection between autism and vaccines has been

disproven by scientists, but I also strongly believe that a mother's intuition

and millions of parents who insist otherwise cannot be all wrong.

So, I'm cautious.

and then there were the not so pleasant ones...

We've officially got the first cast in the family.
Charlie jumped off the couch and somehow hit his arm on our tv.
All day long he was careful with his arm and complained a few times about it but
he could still move it so I thought it wasn't broken.

He cried all through the night in his sleep so I knew something was up.
I brought him in.

Turns out, he fractured his elbow.

He had just said, "Really, Ma? Pictures right now???

 Talking to the Dr.

I feel bad for my little guy.
He's a fierce lover of bike-riding. Catch. Playing basketball. Swimming.
These are all things he won't be able to do for at least a couple of weeks.

It sucks that it's summertime and he feels left out.
Of course, it becomes MY fault because I'm the evil parent who wont let him
participate in his loves. It's all right with me, though. I need to make sure he doesn't
injure his elbow more so if he has to not like me for a little while, I'll take it.

But that doesn't mean when he requested chocolate milk and whipped cream in his cheerios
instead of regular milk this morning, I said no. Cheerios and chocolate milk it is.
He's going to milk this one for all he can.

It's going to be a long week...