Hello dear friends! Life is…chaotic right now. I’ll give you all the details in a couple further posts over the next week, but for now let’s deal with the most dramatic.

Like many of you, we’ve been enjoying some exceedingly nice weather lately. (Side note: As nice as the sunshine and warmth are, I think I’d rather have our typical March snowstorms and the reduced chance of fire than the drought conditions we’re facing.) We’ve been taking advantage of it as best we can: bike riding, grilling out, a campfire and the first s’mores of the season, and of course, plenty of swinging on the swing-set.

The Boy has always loved to swing. Always as high and as fast as he can go. Unfortunately, his swinging times have come to a screeching halt:

The kids were spending the day at Josh’s parents Tuesday as they normally do once a week. It was another beautiful day so the kids of course wanted to be outside playing. Besides gathering sticks for their campfires and creating pine cone families, the swing-set always gets plenty of action. And so, a swinging they went. And all was, as the Girl is saying lately, “Awesome. Super Cool.” until *SNAP* the chain on the Boy’s swing broke launching him into the air. He might want to be a superhero, but he has yet to learn how to fly. Wish he could! The Boy met the ground, hard, with his face and his right arm. Thus ensued much crying. The Grands gave him some children’s tylenol and put ice on his wrist but over an hour later he was still crying and saying it hurt. I left work a bit early and had Josh come meet us to scope out the situation.

Remembering well tales from when I broke MY arm back when I was 5, I tried to have the Boy hold something – no go. He couldn’t hold anything in his hand and was cradling the arm to keep anyone from even touching it. A quick call to our doc’s nurse and we decided to bring him in to check it out.

Again, remembering well the tale, and like mother like son, by the time we arrived for the appointment (a bit over 2 hours from when the accident occurred) the Boy was in fine spirits and while not exactly USING said arm he was not freaking out about it either. Josh was positive this was going to be a wasted trip. I figured better safe than sorry. They ushered us back, checked him out for signs of a concussion (to add insult to injury, his face is pretty scraped up), and decided to do an x-ray. Josh went along while I stayed with the Girl.

10 minutes later…

The Boy has what is called a buckle fracture. It does not go all the way through the bone. This is a good thing because apparently they also tend to heal more swiftly. In adults, they may not even put a cast on. Being a rambunctious 5 year old the PA recommended a cast.

They sent us home Tuesday evening with a velcro-on splint to keep it immobilized and directions to give him children’s tylenol and ice if it bothers him. We made an appointment for today for casting, went home, and spent a miserable night with a miserable Boy. He and I were up from about 10:30 until 1 am. Ugh. Of course sure enough Wednesday night he fell asleep on the couch at 6pm. (Me? Not so lucky.)

Today, we made the return trip to the doc, the Boy all gung ho to get a rainbow cast (and if that was not an option, then he’d take bright yellow thankyouverymuch). However our regular pediatrician recommended we give the splint a go. I queried the likelihood of a 5 year old resisting the urge to fiddle with it constantly. The doctors recommendation? Duct tape. Well okay then. His reasoning is simply it’s not a total break, it should heal rather swiftly (3-4 weeks max), and this way he can still easily take a bath/shower and we don’t need to worry over him getting it wet. (It’s nylon and cloth, not plaster so it will just dry out.)

Wish us luck. I’ll let you know if I resort to duct tape. At least that they’re making it in all sorts of fun designs now…

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