I was quite hard on toddler boy following my trip back to the hospital where I was told that there was categorically nothing wrong with his foot. I tried to make him walk, I put him on the naughty step and I put his food, just out of reach, so he had to walk there. Hubby came home and Toddler boy went back to the naughty step, basically until he would walk. He didn’t and I told the hubby to relent and let him have his dinner. Feeling absolutely browned off with it all, I went to bed.
The background to this is that Toddler boy is incredibly strong willed, from 3 weeks old he has held his breath and passed out. It is now a behavioural thing and although it frightens me I can deal with it. It does, however, mean that he can manipulate me in a very powerful way. This week, following the experts advice I really began to feel that I was being manipulated in yet another way.
Anyhow, Toddler boy steadfastly refused to walk, so we decided that hubby could try the hospital one more time. As luck would have it the consultant paediatrician happened to be sitting at the nurses station twiddling his thumbs. He took the case on. After some discussion, it appeared that it is very common for toddlers to be able to walk on fractures. Toddler boy was sent for an x- ray. Yes, the double hard boy actually has 3 fractured metatarsals. Like Roy Keene, Stuart Pearce and Beckham before him, who all managed to play football with similar injuries. He has simply not been extreme enough in his complaining. His foot is now in plaster.
I feel a mixture of emotions; relieved that the little fella wasn’t mucking me about in a really extreme way. But overall, I feel terrible guilt. I feel like the worlds most wicked woman, like a terrible mother. I hope he forgives me. Yet again, I have found, at his expense that you simply cannot trust a word that a doctor says.