Since I have an awesome Mommysense, sort of like a spideysense, I knew something was up. After much prying and pulling, I got him to confess.
He starts telling me about how he was playing on the hill (small little grass landing) and he jumped off it and landed on his hands. Apparently, one hand hit before the other and he heard a *snap*.
He wasn't crying. The tears didn't start until he thought he was going to get in trouble. I swear the child acts like we beat him with wooden spoons. He has barely ever been grounded, let alone hit.
So I tell him to calm down and lift up the sleeve from his coat.
I swear to you that when he lifted up the sleeve, it looked like Harry Potter's limp arm from one of his movies.
I almost vomited right there.
I knew it was broken.
So I called the hubby upstairs and he said the same thing. We knew we were in for a long night in the ER, so we ate some dinner, and were on our way.
After multiple hours of waiting, being transfered in an ambulance from one hospital to another, it was decided that surgery wasn't needed (Thank God!) and we could just do the cast for 8-12 weeks.
They knocked him out and started pulling and twisting the bones to get the aligned (barf). My stomach couldn't handle it. I had to step away while thankfully my mother-in-law stood guard.
Since the Phillies were in the middle of playoffs / world series, Andrew went with a red cast. That's my boy!
I knew he would have many "firsts" to add to his baby book, but I never thought this would be one of them!
4 weeks later, the cast is signed and he doesn't even realize it's there half the time.
This one came off and he got it replaced with a lovely, shorter green cast that will finally come off this Friday, January 8th!
WoooHooo
No more showers with plastic Shop Rite bags on his arm!
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