So after dinner last night they were doing crazy things in their nice clean room where there was all kinds of floor space. There was launching going on. (One person lays on their back and the other person sits on that person's feet. The "launcher" shoots the person through the air.) Wyatt was flung and he landed on his side right on top of his left arm. I hope that I forget the screams that he made because they were horrifying. I had no idea what I was going to see when I went in there. He had on a baggy shirt and said he couldn't move his arm. My stomach sank because I wasn't sure I could handle a dislocated shoulder. He pointed to the spot and I pulled up his sleeve. Just above his wrist things were definitely not right. When I was 7 I broke my arm in a similar way in a similar spot. I was sure it was broken. I told Rand to go figure out where we were taking him and I called my sister to come over NOW!...which she did. And then I gave Wyatt 2 Motrin (smartest thing I did).
My poor husband. He does not tolerate his children being seriously hurt very well. Both this time and when Brendan about knocked out his tooth, he came "this" close to throwing up and passing out. He figured everything out on the computer (I think it helped keep his head in the game). I iced the arm and got things set up for the "babysitter". Then Rand and I took Wyatt to the ER. Poor, sweet little Wyatt. He just kept wishing it was a dream and that it wasn't really happening. They got him in, took some pictures and sent us home in a giant splint and a little sling. We have a couple days to wait for the swelling to go down and then we will go get a cast that will stay on for the next 4 weeks or so. He's doing great and we are so glad it was his left arm and not his right, although it still going to affect his abilities in his karate, gymnastics and keyboarding classes. grrrrr.
4 comments:
After this summer of broken faces and broken teeth a broken arm is probably not too surprising! Always sickening and sad and worrisome to see the little ones I/we love so much be hurt...we don't want them to live conservatively in a bubble....but rather with joy and energy and enthusiasm which I am glad to say all our young ones do! Now how to inject just a wee bit of caution into them! Hugs to the sweet one and hugs to the older brother who hopefully isn't feeling responsible.....
Brave, brave Wyatt! I love seeing your bones! and I can't wait to see your cast!
Oh Wyatt! you are one tough kid and loved so much. I can't wait to see your cast! Your Great Aunt Marshmellow is praying for you to mend fast!
That is a tough brake, the left hand is my reeling hand, I am sure he is the same and is dreaming of when he can reel in big fish again.
Uncle Bubba
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