Alternately titled: Those Third-Born’s Are Gonna Get the Attention Any Way They Can…
Sloan is the vivacious first born.
Tia is the only girl.
Landon is the third born who gets left behind a lot.
So he has to make a name for himself in this world.
One way he’s done that? Being the first to break a bone.
We have our first experience in a cast around here. We’re not entirely sure what happened. We were eating dinner. One minute Landon was in his seat – the next, he wasn’t. He came up gagging and choking on the chicken in his mouth, so you know, we had heart attacks.
When we all recovered from that we noticed his wrist was limp. He wouldn’t move it, wouldn’t grasp anything, didn’t want us to touch it. He also got lethargic and sleepy, so we immediately worried about a concussion. Rather than take any chances (Sloan had a concussion when he was 18 months old. We waited several hours to go to the hospital and he ended up on an IV) we decided to take him to the ER.
By the time we got to the hospital he had perked up a bit, but still refused to use his hand. Two hours later we came home with him in a temporary cast. I get to call the Ortho today to get him set up ith a permanent cast.
Goody. Just in time for swimming weather…
He didn’t have a concussion, though and despite his arm in obvious pain, he’s back to his usual self.
So there you have it – the third born has made a name for himself. He was the first.