I would like to officially write off September from ever existing, this year. Lots of crummy days, busy, sad and stressful days…so you could only imagine my slow exhale of relief as I started to count down the last squares on the calendar. My favorite month is right around the corner, I thought. Oh, how I love October. The air starts to get chilly and crisp, with a subtle hint of campfire all around you. Halloween, the coolest holiday ever, makes its creepy arrival with house decorations scattered throughout the neighborhood. (Clapping hands.) Yes, things are starting to look up.
So, on the 26th day of this crappy, awful, month of September, I watched my kid fall after missing the monkey bars, at the park, and land on his arm wrong. I saw the scene play out right in front of me (in slow motion) and down he stayed. Then his friends looked up at me…oh God, I knew… I came rushing over to my son crying in pain and there it was, his arm. Nathanael was offering to me his, now jagged, arm.
Yup, his arm is broken.
We headed to the Connecticut Children’s Medical Hospital right after a quick visit from the pediatrician – just to double check that I wasn’t seeing things with my crazy mommy brain. “Yup, his arm is broken,” the doctor said, echoing the same words I thought at the playground. A security guard greeted us at the ER doors. He took one look at Nathanael’s arm and then rushed to get a wheelchair, while I was signing in. A couple quick questions at the front desk and then we were in the hospital room, waiting to be seen by the next available doctor.
After some friendly visits from nurses and a hospital coordinator, there was some talk of a possible reset to my son’s arm. This meant that Nathanael would be sedated and an IV (Intravenous) line, be put in. Ugh, my poor baby!
The next staff member to walk through the door was someone I have never heard of before – a children’s hospital teacher. What a great idea this is! The hospital educator came in with some medical and toy props to show Nathanael what an IV line was. My son got to touch the IV line prop and see that it wasn’t scary. He got to see, on the doll prop, where the IV would go and why we got them put in our arms. After she was done, she asked Nathanael if there was anything she could get him. “Lego Movie, please,” was his response and away she went.
Soon after, the security guard that greeted us at the ER doors, came back in. (Remember him?) He came to the room to check on my son and gave him a digger toy to play with and keep. (So nice!) Soon after that, the teacher came back with a Batman Lego movie in her hand. Wow, does this place deliver!
When the PA (physician assistant) entered the room, and he immediately pulled up the X-rays that were taken of Nathanael’s arm, right on the computer monitor in our hospital room (technology never ceases to amaze me) which showed all of us the breaks in his bones and what the best course of action will be. The doctor decided against the sedation and thought the bones were in a good position to just manipulate them while placing on the cast. Nathanael piped up and asked, “Can I get a red cast?” With a smile, the doctor told my son that he will see what he can do. This is a pretty tall order to ask of the PA, so I told Nathanael that white might be the color he gets. My son looked down at his digger and sadly said, “OK…”
The doctor came back in the room with all the tools for the cast and showed Nathanael the color of the wrap – RED! I shook my head in amazement and was so happy to see a smile on Nathanael’s face when he saw the cast color, just for him.
Then, it was on to the cast application:
Not only was I impressed with the excellent ER visit, I was also impressed with the out-pouring of love and support from friends and family in the form of Facebook messages, texts, calls, visits and even gluten-free cupcakes (Thank you Auntie Debbie!)
Of course Nathanael, being a 5 year old boy, has been running around since (and giving his poor mom a heart attack in the process) like he doesn’t even have a broken arm. It just goes to show that nothing can keep this kid down! Yup, his arm is broken…but my son is on the quick mend.
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