February 14, 2009
Then on Monday, since there was no school, my mom and dad came up for a birthday visit. It was so good to see them. I of course did not get a picture. Kaila took a few very close pictures of her cousin Makayla, and a extremely close up of Grandma Mona (I will not post them since they are not great quaility).
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Justice Broke His Arm!
Clay and I were down stairs catching up on NCIS when all of the sudden we hear a cry from Justice that we have never heard before. We look at each other and haul butt up the stairs. He met us in the hallway, holding his arm. It was very noticeably broken. He was trying to move it and it was flopping around. So I immediately yell to not try to move his arm and am trying to hold it to stabilize it. At this point he is not really crying, just fussing because I think he sees mine and Clay's reaction and knows that this is serious. (I am pretty low key when it comes to taking the kids to the doctor, so I think when I yelled to Clay to get the kids ready and meet me in the car because we have to go to the ER NOW, this must have scared him a little).
So we try to get the story about what happen out of them, and Kaila starts to cry and say she is sorry and that it was an accident. Apparently, Kaila and Justice were taking turns climbing the headboard and Justice started climbing out of turn so Kaila tried to hit at him to get him down, when Justice falls. We are still not sure what happened after that, because the story differs a little from each of them, but because it happened so fast that they don't really remember. Justice says that he fell from the top of the headboard to the floor and that he tried to break the fall with this arms. Kaila says that he hit the mattress first and that it bounced him and them he fell to the floor. Either way, we have a broken arm.
So on the way he is still trying to fling his arm around, and I am trying to hold it very still. It is bowing and I know it is pretty serious. But he is saying that his fingers are numb, and he is holding them because he has to let himself know that they are there. He starts asking what is going to happen when we get to the hospital. So I give him the run down that they will have to go and get x-rays, which he is thinking is pretty cool. Then I tell him that he will probably have to have some kind of a cast. He says that he doesn't know what a cast is. He is still whimpering a little at this point. So I tell him that Travis Pastrana (his favorite motorcyclist) has had a lot of casts because when you ride motorcycles sometimes you get hurt enough that you break bones and have to have casts. So when I tell him that all motorcycle riders have casts he says to me "okay" and suddenly he is fine.
Sad to say that this will probably not be his last broken arm, or cast. He still wants to be a motorcycle rider. He is already planning the tricks that he can do when he gets his cast off.
We are supposed to meet with the Orthopedist on Friday and hopefully get a real cast and not this temporary one. Right now he is not able to bend his arm because the temp cast is up above the elbow. He is wearing the sling, which he hates, and having to keep it elevated. But on Friday as long as it looks like it is healing okay, the doctor says he will most likely get a real cast that will be right below the elbow. It is pretty swollen right now so that is another reason for the temp cast.
He is such a strong boy. The doctor thought that they may have to put him under to re-break and position the arm. After the x-rays he came back to say that he broke it just right. He ended up breaking both bones of the forearm. He thought that since Justice was being so brave that maybe he would just be able to give him a medication that would make him be out of it enough to be out of pain, and not remember them re-breaking it.
So before he gets this medication, I was telling him that since he was being to brave and not crying at all that he could probably get a toy motorcycle, maybe two. So then Clay as to up me and tell him that he thought he deserved more and that he was going to get him 5. So Justice was very excited. As soon as the medication wore off, he asked if he really could get 5 since he was sooo good. So what can you say to that?? OF COURSE!!!
I will have to take a picture of him with his 5 motorcycles that Clay got for him. He loves motorcycles!!
I have seen quite a few broken arms, and too many crying kids at work, so it really made me appreciate just how great of a patient Justice was. Seriously, THE BEST!!!
Justice before bathtime. He does not like the plastic bag.
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