Roy, Sheena, D, K, A, C and L

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

D's Arm

I got about 4 hours of work in before sending the kids on a bike ride to get some energy out. Truthfully, D was bouncing around like kangaroo and driving me a bit batty. I sat down at the kitchen table to finish my lunch. I had about 5 minutes to enjoy before looking up to see a neighbor I don't know walking D's bike while he walked beside her. He had apparently wrecked on his bike and was coming home. I rushed out to thank the neighbor. I was looking for blood and didn't notice his arm at first. As soon as I looked at his arm I could tell it was broken. I sent him in to sit down while I grabbed some diapers and wipes and both girls to take next door. Luckily my neighbor was home and could take the girls while I took care of D. I called Roy and told him I thought D had a broken arm. He agreed to meet us at the ER.

Our ER has free valet parking. What a BRILLIANT idea! I hope other ER's are following suit. D requested a wheelchair to go in. It was just was well, he was starting to shock a bit. As soon as we walked in the doors the receptionist said, "Oh, we have a nasty broken arm here." Yeah....

We got right back to a room and got his arm stablized. D was awesome. He wanted to know everything that was going on. The nurse explained about the IV and D managed to hold his arm still with minimal freaking out. I had grabbed D's teddy bear for a companion for him. The nurse taped an IV onto bear as well.

The Osteo-surgeon had just gone into a surgery and would not be available for about 2 hours. We watched some movies while we waited. D was being very brave. He also had narcotics.

When the surgeon came she explained she was going to give D large amounts of narcotics and sedatives to help put him in a relaxed and alternate state of consciensness. He would not be asleep but he would also not remember the procedure. After large amounts meds, even more than the DRs usually give kids his age they asked us to leave the room. Roy and I waited outside the door. D yelled his little lungs out. He cried and screamed and I felt awful. The ER nurses kept assuring us that he would not remember a thing. Funny then that one of the first things he asked me when he was awake was if I heard him yelling.

They put a cast on him and told us to make an appointment with a pediatric orthopedist for Monday. They gave us more narcatics and sent us home. He is doing really well. Aside from not being able to ride any rides at the fair on Saturday, he is perfectly happy with everything.

1 comment:

Melanie said...

Holy cow...poor thing. That arm looks NASTY!