This post is delayed by two years… but still documenting for the sake of.
It was the Thursday evening before Memorial weekend and it was beautiful out. It was warm and the sun was streaming through the front windows of our house creating a really beautiful glow. We had just finished dinner and you were outside at Ivy’s swinging away on your beloved monkey bars.
When we suddenly heard crying as you ran around the fence and to the patio door. After we got you to calm down a bit, you explained your arm hurt because you fell off the monkey bars and hit the small ‘rock climbing wall’. You have been known to be a bit dramatic from time to time, so I didn’t think too much of it. We turned on a show and you calmed down quite a bit. I believe Daddy even snuggled with you for a bit. You lied pretty low for the rest of the evening and continued to tell us it hurt if someone touched it, but you could move it without excruciating pain.
We did still give you some meds before bed to help with any pain or swelling that might have been going on and let you sleep with Mom and Dad for the night. After waking up a few times in pain throughout the night, I decided that we would take you to the Dr. to get it checked out. In the morning you were feeling OK, it still hurt to touch, but you could use your wrist and put your clothes on. I debated sending you to school since it was track and field day, but figured we better just check it out to be sure.
Given this had never happened before we went to the pediatrician, and they did an X-Ray and sure enough found a small break in your right wrist, and were then sent to the orthopedic to get a cast put on. Hopefully, this never happens again, but if it does, I now know to skip the pediatrician and go straight to the orthopedic to save time and money as you don’t have to pay to see two different doctors.
They quickly reviewed the X-Ray and went to town wrapping your arm in a cast, which you requested to be pink, of course. We did opt to pay the additional $30 to get a ‘wet’ version of the cast so you could shower and go swimming—especially as we were just heading into summer.
Thankfully, we were in and out of there within 45 min with direction to come back in as little as 3 weeks to have it removed.
You adapted pretty well to your cast, even with it being your right hand. You were still able to write, eat and do most things. You were most disappointed about not being able to ride your bike. You had everyone you knew sign the cast and wanted to keep it (so gross) when they removed it.
At 6 years old, you were the first person in our family to have broken a bone and hopefully the last!