A week ago Friday we were at a Back-to-School event celebrating the end of the first week of school. There was a DJ in a funny hat, a limbo contest, hamburgers and hot dogs, and lots of kids. In short, it was bedlam.
The kids were all running around playing on the playground equipment, including (dun-dun-DUN) the monkey bars. Following a cute little girl who was in his class last year, Nate jumped up on the monkey bars, missed his grab on the third bar, and fell down flat on his chest. Tim and I were both within 5-10 feet of him at the time.
Tim picked him up and we could see immediately that he'd broken his arm. As the emergency room nurse noted, there was an "obvious deformity." Or as I call it, he had an S-shaped arm. People's forearms are not supposed to bend at a 45 degree angle.
So we ditched the girls with the first neighbor we encountered and took off for the emergency room.
Nate was extremely brave throughout the whole ordeal. It took us half an hour or so to get to the hospital and although he was very pale under his freckles, he didn't cry at all. They took us right in and gave him a painkiller. By the time we got home at 1:30 a.m., he had a bunch of x-rays and a new, blue cast. As it turned out he had broken both the bones in his right forearm.
I am glad to say that he says he hasn't been in any pain since he got to the hospital. We are very thankful for that. And after a little swelling for the first few days, it's been more of a hassle than anything else. Bathing is a challenge when you can't get your arm wet from the shoulder down.
It's worth noting that the doctor who set Nate's arm said that most of the broken arms he sees are the result of falls from monkey bars (or "donkey bars" as Hattie calls them).
So BEWARE of the monkey bars!!!
(Please also note that in the picture above Nate is showing us where he lost a tooth a couple of days ago -- bottom, just right of center.)