Little stinker broke his wrist

Well, it finally happened. Our first broken bone. It happened at tennis lessons. The kids had all just finished stretching, so they were running their lap around the court. An older girl tried to pass Owen at a corner and pushed him in the process. Down he went. He ended up with a chunk of skin gone from the bridge of his nose and a scraped up knee. I had Russ go to the clubhouse to fill a ziplock with ice for Owen's nose. We had no clue about the arm. Owen usually bounces right back when he falls down, but when he wouldn't stop crying we finally clued in that something was really wrong. At that point I felt stupid for icing his face instead of the arm. Once we got Owen to identify where his arm hurt, I immediately started icing it. That's when we left early to go to the ER, but first we had to stop at home because we didn't have Owen's medical card with us. By the time we were actually on our way to the hospital, Owen was sound asleep in the back seat. I kept checking his arm and his wrist was only slightly swollen. So there we sat in the car not knowing what to do. We finally called our on-call pediatrician. He told us if Owen was comfortable and his arm wasn't looking disfigured, he could see him in the morning and send us for x-rays. If the result was a broken bone, then he would refer us to a orthopedic doctor to set and cast the arm. He suggested we wrap it in an ace bandage for the night and give him some ibuprofen for the pain. Since Owen was sleeping comfortably, we chose to do that.

The next day was a busy doctor day! We had the wrist wrapped in a splint and sling at the pediatrician's office, followed by the x-rays and ending with a cast at the orthopedic doctor. He was so brave at each appointment, too. He didn't cry once, even when the doctors poked at his wrist. Luckily, Owen slowed down a bit and was pretty gentle with his arm most of the day. It was obvious that he was doing his best not to bump it. Once the cast was on, though, all bets were off. He was banging the cast on a table at Cookie's Drive In saying, "See? It doesn't hurt!" 4-6 weeks of that. Thankfully we payed the extra money to have a waterproof cast put on. Now he can take a shower and still go swimming. He's got to be able to do something since tennis, bikes, and scooters are out until he regains his grip...well tennis and bikes anyway. He's already decided there is no way he's giving up the scooter. :)