Our first broken bone

It's Alex's fault, just ask his sister.

We took the kids to an indoor play gym on the Monday after Christmas to let them burn off some energy and have some fun. It was cold, we'd had a lot of guests in town, and the kids had really been on their best behavior. They kept things picked up, kept relatively quiet, made minimal messes, etc... this was to be their morning of fun.

We'd been playing for almost 3 hours when Troy, Alex and Ella were all climbing in one of the giant gerbil cages and sliding down the slide. Ella was first, and she's not very fast to move out of the way. Alex came next, and he waits for no one. So he slid into her left wrist and jammed it a bit.

I ran to the rescue, and had her move it around. She passed with flying colors, but she was inconsolable and wanted to go home, no lunch at McDonald's, nothing... this should have been my indicator. But they were tired, and I assumed she was being a little dramatic. (not unusual for Ella) We gave her some Motrin, put a band-aid on it, had a nap, and really didn't hear much about it for the next week.

Back to preschool the following Monday and I held her hand to cross a parking lot, which caused her to scream in pain. "MOMMY, that's the wrist that baby Alex slid on!!!" I knew we were in trouble, but it was never swollen, never bruised, never even caused pain. She had asked for one additional band-aid that week, but nothing else.

So we went to the doctor the following morning, and he poked, prodded, and bent her wrist, before assuring me he didn't' think it was broken, but we'd do an x-ray just to be sure. We're all wrong. She had a split up the center of one of the bones in her arm and would need it immobilized.

They put on a splint, and told us we'd go to the pediatric orthopedist on Friday for an evaluation and likely a cast. Ella was NOT happy. She may like band-aids, but the split was confining and she didn't like it. She refused to show it to Troy at first, insisting that she hated it, she wasn't keeping it, and her arm was NOT broken. We finally convinced her to let us take a few photos.

She did see the pediatric specialist and did end up getting a cast, more photos of that to come in a later blog so you can see the color selection. She'll wear the cast for another two weeks and then we're done.

I thought Alex being so rough and tumble would make for many trips to the Urgent Care or ER. I can only hope they won't all be injuries he's inflicted on his sister!