A little more than a year ago, Kristen made her ER trip when she broke her arm. After meeting with the Orthopedic Surgeon, it was decided that she would need to be sedated while he set the bone, with the possibility of surgery. Once in the operating room, the Dr. decided that she did indeed need a metal plate to stabilize the bone in her arm.
Maybe Trent felt left out or maybe it was just his turn. I don't know, but I sure hope we never have to see the inside of an ER again. I don't know how my parents raised 5 kids, all of whom played sports, ran around town, played on the Railroad tracks, climbed and played in the train cars, jumped on trampolines, and did all manner of things, without one serious injury. Not one! I told mom today that her grandchildren are making up for it. lol
The kids love to play on the hammock. I know that sometimes they swing on it and play in it in ways that were never intended. Yesterday they were playing outside and swinging in hammock when Trent fell out. He landed, stomach down, catching himself with his hands. Apparently, his left arm took the brunt of the fall.
He came in the house and laid down on his bed. I wasn't even aware that he had been hurt for a while. He finally decided that the pain wasn't going away anytime soon, and came and found me. He was crying, sobbing. I'm not the type to panic and Trent is very dramatic, so we took the wait and see approach. His arm wasn't swollen, it didn't look or feel strange, he could wiggle his fingers and make a fist. But, he was in pain and he was scared.
I felt sick. I was cold, clammy, nauseated, dizzy. It was an uncontrollable reaction that took sensible me completely by surprise. I don't know why it affected me that way, I guess after the experience with Kristen, I knew how bad it could be. That and the fact that Trent was so upset and in so much pain.
I gave Trent some pain medication, put his arm on ice and laid him in his bed. He dozed off after a little bit and I went and took a nap myself. I felt better when I woke up and it seemed that I was thinking straight again. His arm still wasn't swollen and he wasn't in any pain. So, we decided we would wait and see how he felt in the morning.
He woke up crying at about 3:15 a.m. I gave him more medicine, more ice and we both went back to sleep. Kristen and Tyler went to Sunday School with their grandparents and Justin and I took Trent to the ER.
I warned him how much waiting would be involved. Waiting to be admitted, waiting on the nurse, then waiting on the Xray, then waiting on the Dr, then waiting on the nurse again. All in all it wasn't too bad. We were there for right at two hours.
The Dr. showed us the Xray and said that he has a Torus fracture, also known as a buckle fracture. It is common in children and usually in the forearm. His arm is in a splint that he has to wear for a few days before they put a cast on.
He's not in any pain now and for that I'm thankful. I've also had time to reflect and think about how fortunate I am that I've only dealt with broken bones and cuts. Things that don't really have long term affects and aren't life threatening. I have a lot to be thankful for. What if Trent had fallen on his neck or head? As aggravating as it is to deal with a broken arm, I'll take it and without complaint.
Here's a picture of the little invalid, looking rather proud of himself.
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