July 23, 2013 § 3 Comments
It’s not summer until somebody breaks an arm.
Yesterday, Hiram fell at the playground and now he’s the proud owner of a brand new “splinter.” Luckily it’s just a hairline break and will heal perfectly.
My sweet boy was so brave. It was clearly tender yesterday but Hiram, who as a baby would regularly endure his shots without shedding a single tear, insisted it didn’t hurt that much. “I’m still strong, mom,” he told me.
It was only this morning, when he said, “I need help pulling my pants up because my wrist is a little bit sore,” did we know we needed to bring him in.
Hiram is doing fine! He loved getting the x-ray, which they did “from the side and the front” and will dutifully repeat all the doctors orders which include 1) keeping it on unless he’s taking a bath or going swimming and 2) wearing it for four years (a.k.a. weeks).
Sigh. This mama needs to practice being less upset than the person with the actual injury.