Oopsie Daisy...

Crash. "My Armmmm!!! Owwww!"

This is what I heard on Monday (6/22) when I had slipped away from the living room to go to the bathroom. I ran into the living room and found Adam in a lot of pain. Usually he's quick to "get over" things like this, so when he didn't stop crying after a half hour, I knew something wasn't right.

I called my Pediatrician's office, and they asked me to bring him in, because they could fix what they called "Nursemaid's Elbow" in the office. Ooook then. Off we went. The doctor examined his left arm and noted swelling in the elbow area, but that was it. By that time, he had calmed down, and so the doctor wrote an order up for an x-ray "just in case" his discomfort didn't lessen in the next day.

No sooner had we left the office that he started complaining/crying about his elbow. Unreal! It hurt to extend it as well as put pressure on the back of his arm, right above the elbow. We quickly ate dinner and Jeff stayed home with Miles while I took him to get an x-ray.

The next day we got the results (Don't get me started on this. Note to self: next time, head straight to the Pediatric ER!), and the x-ray showed a "severe" fracture of the bone just above the elbow. Of course. Poor Adam! We headed back to the Ped's office to get it splinted properly.

That was yesterday. Today (yes, two days after it happened) we went and saw the Pediatric Orthopedist and got it casted. Adam was quick to pick the color purple, because it was "just like Ramone." He was also quick to cry and scream when they lay him down on the table to get it casted. For all the crying he did, he did listen well and didn't move or wiggle a bit. The doctor and nurses did all they could to distract him, but he wasn't having it ("do you like candy? NO!"). He was just scared.

The GOOD thing is, casts come with a waterproof option. Since it's summer, I thought it was a no-brainer, and agreed to pay extra for the waterproof cast. And everyone knows sweaty summertime boys need baths nightly, so it'll be a lot easier if he can get it wet in the bathtub.

So, for the next three weeks, this is what my boy has to sport on his (entire) arm:


Oh, and the "crash" was him falling off of the back of the living room chair. The same one we've told him a zillion times not to climb on. Let's hope this is a (hard) lesson learned.