Our Saturday Night - Jack broke his arm.
So Jack was a trooper this past Saturday night, he broke his arm after dinner after jumping … Er.. vaulting off the excercise trampoline, onto a bouncy ball and then onto his wrist.
I thought the landing looked a little awkward.
"Barb, I think he broke his arm"
We monitored jack in the kitchen for about five minutes as then Barb confirmed.
"Yeah, I think he broke his arm"
Now, she said this while breast feeding a newborn baby, and while I was outside supervising 4 other jumping toddlers. Funny how when you add one more, and an emergency, things get interesting.
So, I whisked Jack and Emmet off to McMaster (not that other hospital) and Faith came over to hold down the fort.
Everything went like clockwork at Mac, those guys are pros. We had Jack in getting and X-Ray, with Emmet helping the nurse at the controls. We met with the doctors and got the results within 10 minutes after that.
Just as they can in, I was ready to hear ‘so it’s nothing he’s fine’ because Jack seemed to be moving around okay.
"So he’s fractured his arm in two places"
And I just closed me eyes for a moment and hung my head. Parent intuition correct.
"It’s called a buckle fracture, it’s the most common type. So we’re going to put on a temporary cast today and he’ll have a follow up for a hard cast next week, 4-6 weeks for recovery."
And the team went to work. Great doctors, great support staff, McMaster is a teaching hospital so they were pretty happy to have the practice. I just made up stories out of an eye spy book while Jack patiently watched them put the cast together around him. They were very impressed. :)
And then we went home. A little Advil and back to business.
Picture Caption: “Daddy, my arm is saying Cheese!!”
That’s my Boy!