Yup, it has officially been a little over 3 weeks since THIS catastrophe occurred.
It has been a wild ride.
After just a few short days I was already having to remind him to slow down, quit jumping, aka stop being a boy. That cast has become a comfortable friend that he carries around with him like it is a natural part of his little arm.
Today we said goodbye to the friend. I didn't realize how hard saying goodbye was going to be for my Little Man.
At first he was excited and happy.
The cast "saw" came out and he didn't even flinch. Unlike his Momma.
Littlest Little Man looked on in wonder.
Then the cast came off. We caught a stomach-turning-glance at the pins in his arm...
...and reality set in.
His arm was now sad, cold, lonely, not to mention scary with those pins sticking out of it. Again came the familiar cries, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."
Then he pleaded, "put the cast back on", "I want the cast on for a little longer".
When it came time to take the x-ray and they had to bend and stretch out his arm into a position it hasn't seen in over 3 weeks, he frantically stated, "uh-oh....UH-OH!"
After the xray and confirmation that his arm had healed wonderfully, these suckers had to come out
hope you guys aren't eating right now
I was a little surprised at the pin taking out process. It kind of grossed me out...I won't go into details, but there is a good reason I took absolutely no pictures of that. Vomit.
Finally we got him calmed down. His arm got bandaged up. He was still quite solemn at the loss of his cast, even the talk of Old McDonalds (what he calls McDonalds) didn't cheer him up immediately.
He requested to be carried to the car, which we did while reminding him that his legs were never broken.
Now his arm is free. Eventually he will remember he can use it. Boy howdy when he does...
...I am going to be an anxious tightly bound ball of nerves hoping he doesn't break it again. It is almost outside weather after all. Yikes.
Let the worrying begin.