We are all fine. James is back to his normal self. I'll make this short. I'm tired. Both emotionally and physically.
James, E and I were at Barnes and Noble earlier this evening. James was walking with his hand in mine like HE ALWAYS DOES and took a step off of a ledge in the children's area. I was holding his hand, and most of his weight as he took the step. I heard a pop. Then he started to scream and cry like I've never heard before.
E and I tried to calm him down to no avail. He was crying harder and longer than I've ever seen him cry. Every time he moved his arm he would start another huge round of tears.
We drove quickly to a little instant clinic. They saw us and thought it was his elbow (children this age can easily pop their elbows out of alignment, and it is very painful). They couldn't pop it back so they thought they better take X-Rays.
James was still screaming and there were so many tears running down his belly that now his pants were wet.
Taking him in the the X-ray room is one of my worst moments of parenthood so far. He was hysterical and I was supposed to hold him still while he lied in a dark room he was unfamiliar with, in extreme pain. Let's just say it was a new parenthood low.
The X-rays showed something was wrong and they weren't sure what. We were told to go to the Children's Hospital ER. At this point I was sobbing. The ER? Would he need surgery? The doctor did not know. This moment was a second parenthood low.
The drive to the hospital was long and horrible. James had luckily calmed down and was even smiling to E in the backseat. I kept my eyes on the road and blinked away the tears.
At the ER they saw us quickly, didn't think he needed more X-rays and within a moment had popped his sweet little elbow back into place. Within 30 seconds he was his old self. Ready to walk, playing with his calculator, and watching Shrek on the hospital TV.
We are home. Baby is in bed. I'm going to bed shortly. Glad tonight's outcome was as good as it was. I can't imagine how scary it would be to have been told something worse.

After he was all fixed up. You can see he is now able to lift his arm (which he was unable to do before) but notice he still has tears on his sweet little face.