It was a nice Friday afternoon. Violette had just waken from her nap and we were all in the girl's bedroom playing with the multitudes of stuffed animals. Tossing them around, giggling, and having a blast. Max and Noelle were climbing in and out of Violette's crib, as they do all the time. Max stayed in the crib for a few minutes as Noelle tossed animals to him from her bed. They were getting along and having fun as I watched and smiled at their sweetness. Max decided to climb out as he did he fell awkwardly on his arm.
Immediately, I knew his arm was broken. The unnatural bend was alarming to my motherly eyes. My stomach turned at the sheer sight of it, because I wanted to ease his pain and take away the break. He cried out, but not much. I scooped him up and looked again at his left arm. No question, it was broken and I had to get him in to the doctor quickly. Noelle was freaking out, so upset, crying, "I don't want my brother to break his arm!", most likely picking up from my outward emotions. Max, merely whimpering while keeping his arm covered from view by his prized night-night, reassured her, "I'm okay Noelle. Don't worry."
I quickly put the kids in the car and rushed to the ER. Tom met me there. It was confirmed that, yes it was indeed broken. The ER doctor said that it would need to be set but because Max had recently had a snack the sedative could not be administered for a few hours. They sent us over to the University of Michigan Mott's Children Hospital to a orthopedic specialist.
We split up at this point. It had been hours, pushing 6:30pm and there was no point in the entire family going. I took the girls home and Tom went with our brave little man over to U of M.
It was a long, long, exhausting stay for Tom and Max, not getting home until 2am Saturday morning. Luckily, it turned out Max's arm would not need to be reset and they applied a hard cast. Max did remarkably well, during the long stay, especially since he hadn't eaten or had anything to drink for a very long time. Around 11pm he finally fell asleep for a bit before the casting. A nice break for him and Tom I do believe.
He has done well today, Saturday and Sunday. Adjusting wonderfully to the cast. He has had his cranky moments, but I'm very impressed at how tough he has been. Accepting help from us is not his strong point as he still tries to do everything on his own. He gets more mad at us stopping him from doing rough things, like jumping from the coffee table to the couch. Seriously, he was so mad at me for not letting him do this!
The heat that has set in has brought out the itchiness underneath the cast, and with that comes complaining. During the heat we will just avoid being outside and play in the air conditioning. Thankfully, it's the end of summer.
Here are some pictures of the dude over the past days. The first is truly a favorite of mine. Tom took Max out and he fell asleep, gun firmly grasped in his hand.
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