First Broken Bone

On Saturday Elias hopped off the bar stool like he always does, except this time he fell forward a little more than usual and caught himself with his hands. 

It was a cry I’ve never heard him cry. I knew right away we were going to the ER 

The ER said it was nursemaids elbow. 

They didn’t X-ray it...

and the next day we were still doing nothing more than icing and cuddling blankie. Something wasn’t right. 

So we had an X-ray taken and the pediatrician said it was a fractured wrist. We headed to the children’s hospital to get a short arm cast. 

When we got there the doctor told us it wasn’t his wrist. It was two pressure fractures in his elbow, so we would be going home with a full arm cast. 



In all my experience with children, this was completely new. The casting process is fascinating. 



And completely overwhelming too. He felt quite defeated, but was very calm. When I asked him if he liked the orange cast he chose he said, “I should’ve picked blue.” in the saddest Eeyore voice I’ve ever heard.  

He’s been a brave little boy through the whole thing. He got right to work figuring out life for a month in a cast. 

His brothers stepped up like champions through the whole thing too. When I initially said, “everyone back in the car. We’re going to the ER.” they not only obeyed right away but anticipated needs of our family and helped out. I was blown away. 



Each day he gets more confident in doing things despite the cast. 

He is on strict large motor restrictions, so we are figuring out things to do as we go, day by day. He’s a lot less tired than usual because there aren’t many ways to burn energy when you’re not allowed to jump, climb, ride, or swing. We skip nap every other day. 



One thing is for sure...he can still chainsaw!