Drew- the Daredevil?

This kid! In the last month he has done several things that make me question whether or not he has a death wish.

1. Just before we left for Hawaii he stuffed a BB in his nose and had to get it removed.

2. Right after Hawaii he jumped from the third or fourth stair and face planted on the tile at the bottom of the stairs... resulting in a HUGE goose egg on the left side of his forehead.

3. On Tuesday he and Justin jumped on the trampoline together and landed at the same time. This caused Drew to fly into the air, landing on the trampoline with his arm extended to help brace himself for the impact. In doing so he hurt his elbow. Our neighbor, who is a paramedic, checked it out (because after hearing him cry for 4 hours I thought maybe it was something more serious and was on my way to the ER). The paramedic gave him the all clear. All night long Drew cried and cried and cried, and his arm was bent close to his body the whole time. I know this because after he woke up screaming at 1 a.m. I went to to his room and brought him to sleep in ours so I could keep an eye on him.

The next morning I let Drew and Kent sleep in while I dropped the kids off at school then went to the gym. When I got back from the gym he was still holding his arm funny and couldn't extend it. When he tried lifting it up he couldn't go far before crying out in pain. I decided to take him to the doctor. After talking to his pediatrician they recommended that we go to urgent care who has an x-ray machine and could take care of him much more quickly. We were the only people there so he got seen right away. The doctor thought that maybe he broke his arm near the elbow so Drew got x-rays done. The doctor said that he didn't see a break but it appeared that he dislocated his elbow.

This is when I think, "Oh crap. It's going to be like getting immunizations. I'm going to have to hold him down, trying not to get hit or kicked in the process, and it's going to hurt like ____."

It took three tries to get the elbow to go back into place. Drew was screaming, kicking and hitting the whole time. The doctor left after each try to give Drew a chance to calm down. Each time he left Drew was crying and crying. When he would calm down he said, "Mom, I not like dat man. Him's hurts me. I want you tell him go 'way." About that time the doctor would return and Drew gave him the look of death. When the doctor would work on his arm he would try desperately to get him away, then beg me to make him stop (talk about feeling guilty), then he would bury his face in my chest when the doctor left his room and cry for several minutes because it hurt so bad. After the elbow finally went back into place the doctor gave him AND me a gift certificate for a free ice cream at Chick-Fil-A. Which is where we went for lunch immediately after we finished.


This is him eating said ice cream. He was still careful with his arm (notice it's still down and close to his body) because it was really sore. He couldn't bear to have anyone touch it until Friday. Now he seems totally fine. I just asked him if he's going to do anything else to get hurt. He says no, but he said that after incidents 1 and 2. I guess he's just more of a daredevil than the other 3 kids... I hope he doesn't do anything too serious! I don't know how much more of his "bravery" I can stand!