Don't tell the other kids, but this one's my favorite.
Of course I love them all equally, but I'd say that everyone in the family is especially in love with this guy. He's our baby. Our little, sweet Henry!
Poor Henry had an injury the other night. He had been downstairs playing with Joe when he came upstairs crying. I asked Joe what happened, and he said that he was holding Henry's hand when Henry sat down all of a sudden. Joe was trying to help him back up and heard a pop. Now, if Joe was playing with another kid and 'heard a pop', I'd have given Joe-Joe the third-degree...knowing that there had to be more to the story. But I know how protective and loving these kids are towards Baby Henry, so I knew it was purely accidental. But something had gotten dislocated in Henry's elbow, and he and I had a 5-hour visit at the local ER. I left a house full of nervous kiddos, all worried that he had broken his arm. He wouldn't move it for anything, so we all feared a cast was in Henry's future. But the nurses knew immediately what was wrong, along with my nurse friends and more injury-experienced mommy friends on Facebook. It was Nursemaid's Elbow. Nursemaid's Elbow is when something gets dislocated in the elbow, usually by picking children up by their hands, or swinging them around by their arms. I'm shocked I haven't been through this before with any of my other six. We don't usually swing them around by their arms, but I know I've pulled a tripped toddler back to his feet, via his arm, from time to time......to time to time to time. But the 7th kid was the charm.
When I got back from the ER with Henry, most of the kids were asleep. But as soon as Annie heard me come through the door, she flew up the stairs and into my room to check on her baby. She covered him with kisses and hugs, happy that he was home and wanting to know everything the doctors had to say. She said, "So tell me exactly what happened....what you said, and what they said, and what all they did to Henry." I know I've said similar words to Brandon, wanting to know all the details about this scenario or that. (And I get very little from my communicably-disabled spouse.) That's one area where the difference between men and women is HUGE. Women want to know all the details. Men barely see the details. Thank goodness I have my Annie. At least she and I will always be able to provide one another with a colorful story.
As the big boys all got up for school the next morning, they all wanted to know about Henry. And some of them were terribly disappointed when he didn't wake up before they left. Henry is our beloved baby. Maybe it's because he's our last one. We're enjoying all his little milestones and moments in a way we haven't in the past. In the past, there's been another newer baby taking up our attention by the time we have an almost two-year old. So maybe we're just noticing things that we usually are too busy to notice. Whatever it is, we are enjoying this kid! He's hilarious and lovable and smart and joyful. And he's squishy and sweet and gives yummy kisses. And he's the luckiest kid to have six older siblings who
love him to pieces!
If he ends up being the one in jail I'm going to be really disappointed.