Broken

Youngest Child decided to up and break his arm last night. He was in his brother's room, hanging from the railing of the top bunk, and had a not so soft landing. He snapped the two bones in his forearm clear in half...his wrist was hanging off completely. We called an ambulance and I had to hold him down while he screamed.

We go to the hospital and were questioned over and over again as to how it happened. I understand that they have to do these things, but we were in no condition to be pestered. They sedated him, gave his arm a few yanks (he screamed bloody murder), and he's now in a soft cast and resting not so comfortably on the couch.




He was rather entertaining after the sedation started to wear off...like a miniature, rather belligerent, drunk with a heavy New England accent.


YC: [yelling] "MUMMA!"
K: "What, baby?"
YC: [still yelling] "WOOK! IS FIXED!"
K: "Yes honey, the doctor did a good job."
YC: "WHERESA DOCTA? TANK YOU! GOOOOO JOB, DOCTA!"


Tomorrow he goes in for his hard cast, just in time for his 4th birthday. I've said it before, and I'll say it again...he's going to be the one to give me gray hair. Please keep him in your thoughts, he's in a good amount of pain and just doesn't completely understand what's happened.