What a week

Lord, where to start....

Sean has basicly screamed all week, poor kid. We took him wednesday to get the MRI, wednesday night back to the ER for more pain meds, (4th time this week), friday to the doctor so he could just stare at the foor, and today to the specialist. Who also just looked at it.

He has to go tomorow for a CAT scan, to see if he needs surgery. He's still laying on the couch whining about it hurting. At least he has a big walking cast on it to help support it.

I want to help, but I cant. And I hate to admit...after almost two weeks of almost no sleep....I just want him to go to sleep for a bit.

Does this make me a bad mom?