toxic synovitis is no fun

Miles complained about his leg hurting last night, but I just dismissed it and told him he was probably growing and having growing pains. This morning he cried and said his leg was still hurting and we quickly found that he had no plans of getting out of bed. He wouldn't put any weight on his leg and try to walk and each time we picked him up he winced or cried in pain. We took him to the doctor and found out that he has toxic synovitis. Poor guy. It will peak tomorrow and hopefully starting Friday he will begin to improve. If not, or if he runs a fever over 102, we are to return to the doctor for xrays. Weird, kind of scary stuff. I've had to work hard not to freak out too much - you know, the what ifs...what if it's something worse...and on and on. But my Esther study has started a work in me and I trust that no matter what if, then God will be sufficient.

This may explain why Miles made an unexpected declaration the other night. Jonathan was drying him off after a bath and had asked him a question. Miles' answer was a good one so Jonathan said, "perfect answer!" Miles became angry and said, "I'm NOT A PERFECT DANCER!" We laughed and laughed and he became even more angry. It took some work for Jonathan to convince Miles that he had not said "perfect dancer." Finally Miles said, "I'm not a perfect dancer...I don't dance anymore." I love myself some comic relief!