Not much to update on as we still don't really know what's going on with his arm. We ended up in the Emergency Room on Sunday morning (and were in and out within 90 minutes total!!! Unheard of, but thankful for!) because his arm was swelling quite a bit. The doctor made a splint for him and told him to keep it on his arm and keep it as immobile as possible. Uh, did he not see that he was working on a six year old boy?!?! The one that I caught climbing on top of a Little Tikes Crazy Coupe car to reach the top of the play set so that he could go down the slide head first this morning! I guess using the ladder that was next to the car was too convenient and conventional and he needed to try something with a little more of a challenge.
Anyway, he was sent home with instructions to keep his arm immobilized and to keep the appointment with the Fracture Clinic at the hospital that we thought was going to be today. Only ... no. It's not today! It's scheduled for 11:15 Friday morning - exactly one week (about to the minute) of when he fell.
From what I've been hearing, kids bones heal fast and there's really not much you can do for them anyway, except to keep them immobile. "They" told me that the swelling will go down and the specialists will still be able to tell on Friday whether or not there is a hairline fracture, or if it's just been badly sprained or bruised. Today his biggest complaint was that it was "itching worse that a thousand mosquito bites!" Those of you that know what Stephen's mosquito bites look like know that it HAS to be quite torturous inside that splint!
Please do pray for him this week, though. We were hoping to leave for our vacation to Camp (Ha! That's an oxymoron! Vacation=Camp?!) a little bit early, but it looks like that won't happen now. We're praying that everything will go smoothly on Friday at his appointment so that we can leave with a free conscience. We ARE travelling out of the country, you know. Who knows what we could run into in that foreign land if something should go wrong! Ha ha.
In the meantime, Stephen's been enjoying banging his hard splint on things, using it as an excuse for not being able to help me vacuum, or get this one: he couldn't flush the toilet because it hurt too bad! Snort! I'm not that dumb of a mom! I taught him very patiently how to reach his other arm over there to push that little lever down! That excuse is no longer valid.
And there you have it: the NON-update on Stephen's arm.
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Smart kid you have there. He's ignoring his klunky arm and just going on with life the way he sees fit.
Hope it's healing correctly while you wait.
And, yes, I never could figure out that camp/vacation thing, either, but you guys sure liked those years. I can't even remember now how many extra laundry loads I did before, during or after those days....it's worth it.
I broke my arm when I was Stephen's age- right before camp- and Grandma had the doctor put a cast on that could be taken off (unheard of at that time in history) so that I could go swimming. I remember the itchiness- I also remember telling Robin that I had a weapon on my arm and could knock out anyone who wanted to bother us. It healed, and the cast came off and life went on.
The nice thing about bones is that they usually heal quite nicely.
Hope to see you at camp Wed. PM. thru Fri. noon! In the mean time,|I'm picking beans.
I well remember all my borken bones (lost count) and those of my kids...namely, Tim. He acted just like Stephen seems to be doing, and he actualy survived hs childhool. Amazingly, I did, too.
What DO you do in a foreign land when something goes wrong? Besides, I remember skiing with a cast on my wrist. It just helps protect you even more if you have a little tumble.
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