Ethan wasn't doing anything spectacular like bungee jumping off the dining room table or sock surfing on the hardwood. He was simply kneeling on the couch talking "dog" to his other "dog friends". One wrong move and he took a tumble off the couch. I heard the cries, was brought over by another child, and inspected the injury. My assessment was that he just landed on it wrong or popped it out of its socket and back again. Those do hurt awfully bad but no sense in overreacting. So out came the ice packs and I swaddled them around elbow area.
All afternoon long.
As the day wore on toward evening, my keen mother-sense told me that the ice wasn't helping. Perhaps it was the sharp cries when I went near his arm or the fact that he wouldn't move it in the slightest. I came out of denial and took him to the doctor. One look and yep, it was broken alright. (oops)
Ethan had to wait a few days for the swelling to go down before he got his cast on. He wore a little, tiny sling that was just so...tiny.... He was a good sport about the whole process right from the start. Extremely brave and adjusted well to using his left hand for things.
The cast was put on (see above pictures) and he chose green. When offered all the colors originally, he said in a rather sulky voice that he wanted a black cast. I think he was having a bad day, I mean he did break his arm and everything.
Four weeks later he was able to get the cast off and he was nervously excited about it. He naturally asked how they would get this rock hard tube off and I was trying to NOT use the word "SAW" in my response. Can you imagine??
"Oh they are going to saw it off honey..." The terror!
So I might have said something about little scissors or snippers that help loosen the cast. (I thought "snippers" sounded like a cute and friendly word and "loosen" was a safe term) Who said we can never lie to our kids? What, you never did??
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| The SAW, which seems to be not that scary |
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| Healed! |
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