With four boys it was only a matter of time before someone broke a bone.
It is that time.
Yesterday afternoon Eli came in from the trampoline crying. He was knocked down by his brother while they were jumping on the the trampoline. He didn't fall off, he fell down. Apparently he landed wrong. He told me what happened and he said his hand felt like it was too heavy to hold up.
I knew it was something serious when the whimpering and whining continued after ice, kisses and a short nap.
I took him to Urgent Care. At first he was holding his arm, then he was laying on it, using it as a pillow. He held my phone while playing games. As the evening progressed I was kicking myself for "wasting" our time and money at Urgent Care. I kept thinking that I should have waited longer for the pain to subside because he was *obviously fine!
The doctor came in, checked his arm, heart and lungs (?), asked him some questions and left to look at the x-rays.
Imagine my surprise when he returned and said "it's broken!"
*what is obvious is that I have no medical training!