We had a rough night.
Middle Little Man had the worst of it.
This is what happens when you break your arm super bad.
Here is the low down:
Last night just before 7pm our rough and tumble Little Man was standing on a stepping stool. Stool fell out from underneath him. He landed straight onto his elbow, immediate screaming. Enter the Momma from the kitchen, running like my hair was on fire.
Right away I knew it was trouble. Yelled...okay screamed for hubby. He agreed we had something wrong and we called a friend and friend came over. While trying to get ready to go, I cradled Little Man who was obviously upset. He kept crying, "I am gonna die!" "My arm is gonna be dead!" If it wasn't so heartbreaking, it would be kind of humorous.
Another heartbreaking moment was when Oldest Little Man came down and stood quietly in front of me and let me know that he went upstairs and was nervous so he cried a little. He loves his brother so much.
After musical urgent cares because we weren't covered at a single one (which ended up being a blessing), we headed to the ER. Everyone in the ER was super good.
Poor Little Man went along with everything like a trooper. For most of the evening he stayed cuddled in one of those big wagons. The hardest part of the evening was definitely the xray. He was in so much pain. I cradled his sweet tear stained face while hubby told him his favorite made up story about a rocket ship fueled by burps from me.
It was too long after that we learned that this was not a simple break. We learned that it was a break that was only fixable through surgery. We were checking in to the hospital. Little Man just broke down. He was still holding out hope that it wasn't broken. Hubby and I just cuddled and reassured him. When he was calm, I promptly left the room to cry my eyes out.
Thank goodness for great friends who calmed me down and had prayers and kind words for me.
Hubby went home to get some things for Little Man. Per his request his Ducky. The other items not leaving his side last night- Sven our new Sock Monkey (explain more about him at the end of this post), his blankie, and the picture of his broken arm that he requested.
He finally fell asleep just before 2am.
This morning he has done a lot better. I am sure the pain meds have helped. He has gotten use to his temporary splint. He has requested his cast color, red with blue stripes. He now fondly refers to his IV hand as his robot hand. He has gotten to watch SpongeBob, a no-no at our house. He got a tub of play-doh and a matchbox car from the hospital. He is just anxiously waiting for his arm to be all fixed.
While typing this post he has gone from pre op, to surgery, and is now in recovery. It will only be a short time till I see him now. The doctor said everything went great.
We are so blessed to live so close to a major children's hospital. We are lucky to have just a broken bone wrong. We are blessed to have great friends and family who have taken good care of us and have kept Little Man in their prayers.
On a not so important note- This is Sven the Snow Monkey, Little Man's new hospital bed buddy. This is the project I made for this week's round of American Crafter. I was quite happy with how this little guy turned out, and now I am even happier that it could be a cuddle buddy for our Little Man.
The voting starts today...so after you read this sad post and you feel all sorry for Little Man and me...go on over and VOTE. Sven says to. He says it will make Little Man feel better. Voting ends Sunday night.
Now I am off to care for my Little Man.