So the doctors didn’t believe us, namely that my son’s leg could have broken the way we described. Their disbelief led to the decision that my son would need to undergo more scans and X-Rays before we could take him home. If we refused, they told us, CPS would take him (and probably our daughter too), and the X-Rays would be done anyways. We were trapped. He cried for the whole hour; that was how long it took to scan every bone and joint in his body and his brain, just to be sure. It was traumatic for him, and us. Everything came back negative. The doctors were wrong, but they’d never admit that. The nurse gave us the news that evening; we could go home, safety monitors still in tow. Happy Birthday.
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