I've never really had an issue with Rob and the boys wrestling in the living room, except that it usually starts 5 minutes before bedtime. I've seen it as Rob's bonding time with the boys just like me taking the boys to ice cream after school is a bonding time for me and them. But, in previous houses, the boys were a lot smaller and we didn't have a fireplace mantel or built-ins to cause injuries. Now we have all of the above. When the boys start wrestling or playing football I leave the room because it's loud and I cringe, constantly worried that someone will get hurt. Well, last week BOTH boys ended up getting hurt. E and Rob were playing chase. E came around the corner, between the couches and built-ins, and busted 3 of his toes when he ran into the built-in. He was howling and limping. I am not one to rush either boy to urgent care but I took him the next day when 2 of the 3 toes were still purple and swollen. He ended up in a walking boot for about a week as he healed. The day after he got out of the boot, he and P were wrestling. Or at least that's what I think they were doing. I had left the room as soon as they started in because it is loud and it gives me anxiety. Within a few minutes, I heard one boy howling. I thought E had hurt his toes again. But then there was a commotion in the bathroom and I realized it was P making all the noise. Turns out his braces impaled the inside of his cheek when the boys were playing. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't get this cheek unstuck so Rob took him to an emergency orthodontist appt. The orthodontist couldn't fix it so they recommended he go to an ER. About 5 hours later, his cheek was dislodged from his braces and no stitches were needed (an answer to prayer). If I wasn't on edge before, now as soon as Rob gets in "wrestling mode" my heartbeat ramps up and my anxiety kicks into gear. As of today, knock on wood, we have yet to have the boys get stitches or a cast. But, sadly, that could all change sooner rather than later. Oh, the joys of being a "boy mom".....
