Why not end the week as good as we started it? It started with a flooded laundry room and ended with a broken arm. The days in between were great, uneventful, and well, normal.
Today I went with Boy #2's class to visit a local fire station. The kids had a great time, the fire fighters were entertaining and it was one we haven't been to before. I think I can say that we have been to all of the ones in town.....there are 2 and then a CDF....and we have seen them all.
When the field trip was over I took the kids back to school and Boy #3 wanted to do the monkey bars. I told him to wait....he isn't tall enough to reach them. While I was walking the boys back to class Boy #3 decided to be brave and give it a go.....he made his flying leap and reached for the monkey bars. They were a bit too far of a reach and he fell on his arm and hit his head too. Boy #2 saw it all and reported to me "Mom, Boy #3 just fell and hurt himself." I start to walk over to him and the teacher is walking him toward me......he is crying. I take a look and his arm looks fine, but is limp....first clue there is a problem. I ask if he is okay and he says "No." He doesn't want to move it, nor does he want me to touch it.....second clue there is a problem. I decide to take him to the hospital since out pediatrician is 40 minutes away and they were getting ready to go on their 2 hour lunch break.
We went to to hospital and waited our turn. He was such a trooper. He didn't cry much and was very brave. Eventually we went in for x-rays and discovered that he did in fact break his arm. He has what is called a Torus fracture....in layman's terms, his bones buckled on impact. It heals faster than complete fractures. They gave him some Motrin, a splint, and sent us on our way. Now we just have to wait until Wednesday to see the Orthopedist. He will decide if Boy #3 needs a hard cast and how long he has to wear it.
We got out of there in time to make carpool. On our way home we hit The Cupcake Shop and everyone got a cupcake. They were tasty. I also decided that I wasn't cooking tonight and asked Boy #3 what he wanted for dinner. He told me Chevy's and that is where we went. Dinner was good, spirits are high and now I'm ready for bed.