As the wrist breaks
Dec 30, 2009 At least I still have my health?
2009 has been a medically rough year for us. My medical issues aside (which have me at the doctor quarterly for checkups in a good year and monthly when my asthma flares up, pneumonia comes a knocking, and my OCD takes me on a turn of the crazies), the rest of the family is usually pretty healthy. Other than their annual physicals the kids can go years without visiting the doctor. And nobody’s had a broken bone (again me and my constant broken toes from tripping over crap in this house excluded) since Keaton was in junior high and fractured his heel in soccer.
But this year? This year the kids decided to end that streak. And end it with a vengeance.
Back in September, Spencer fractured his wrist during one of his football games. And then, following in his big brother’s footsteps, Caleb fractured his wrist on Christmas Eve.
As we were leaving grandma’s house on Christmas Eve, the boys went outside to play. It’s Iowa. In the winter. So it had been snowing and raining all day. And the driveway was slick. Not exactly ideal weather for horseplay. But has that ever stopped boys before? NO!
Apparently Justis tackled Spencer. Spencer fell on Caleb. And somehow Caleb fractured both bones in his wrist. Ouch!
All the way home Caleb cried in the back seat. It was obviously very painful. As soon as we got home we put some ice on it and sat down to watch Fred Claus. Throughout the entire movie Caleb was breaking my heart with his Christmas wishes. “All I want for Christmas is for my wrist to feel better,” he cried. “This Christmas I just want to be able to use my hand,” he sniffled. “I wish I could just play video games,” he sobbed.
By Christmas morning his wrist was swelling up. And a bump began to form on the top of his arm. Unlike Spencer’s wrist a couple months ago, it was pretty evident Caleb’s wrist was broken.
So on Saturday we braved the extremely germy urgent care center to confirm what we already suspected. As soon as the doctor looked at Caleb’s wrist he said, “Oh yeah. That’s broken. But we’ll do xrays just to be sure.”
Yep. Fractured.
So they gave him a brace to wear until we could call out family doctor and get Caleb an appointment with the orthopedic doc. His ortho appointment was this morning. And he got a hard cast. A red one. A bright red one. And he’s pretty proud of it.
He’s doing well now. He says his wrist doesn’t even hurt anymore. And the best part? He can still play video games. So Christmas was saved.
Now all this mom would like for Christmas is no more broken bones in this family. Can 2010 be a broken-bone-free year? Let’s hope so!
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Tags: boys will be boys, broken wrist, fractured wrist, hard cast, horseplay, red cast
December 31st, 2009 at 3:58 pm
Ouch!! Poor Caleb… he does *not* look happy about that cast in the picture. But, it is good to know he can still play video games and that it doesn’t hurt anymore.