It turned out to be a beautiful day. The sun was out and the kids had spring fever once they got out of school. The roller blades, scooters and bikes were all dusted off and put into action. My oldest, Blaize hasn’t had any major disasters lately. I guess he felt due. He was on his scooter, going down a hill when he hit debris from all the snow and salt and ended up going as my pap used to call it, “ass over tincups” over the handle bars landing on his hands and one knee.

The best part of this story? After he did it, he didn’t come here. He went next door to the eighty-two year old neighbors and administered first aide upon himself. Came home, never said a word and went upstairs. It wasn’t until he was ready to go to the firehall to take a class that I noticed the white gauze. We made him take the stuff off of it so we could see it.

You know how as a parent, when you look at your child and something just isn’t right? His wrist was funky looking at the bottom–it was bulging out and his thumb was HUGE. I called Becky, because I know she’s seen more broken bones than I have. We put ice on it and made him elevate it for thirty minutes. When his dad asked him to bend his wrist, he tried and started to tear up. Told him to sit down and he looked at me like he did the last time he broke something–his left arm–and said, “Mom. I think we need to go. It really hurts now.”

They used to know us at the ER on sight. There was a time where we–B, my oldest son and I were there almost monthly. He’s extremely accident prone and although it slowed once he hit fourteen, obviously we’re still not out of the woods. And the kid wants his permit–hahaha. No.

So after two sets of x rays to compare the left and right wrist, the ER doctor seems to think that he probably broke the growth plate in his wrist. He said there’s still gaps there–room for growing–but that the one on the right–the one that hurts is slightly off and the gap is wider just in one place. Last time B broke a growth plate, he broke both of them. One, we’ll take it. So, I have to call the ortho tomorrow and set up an appointment. In the meantime, he’s in a splint and hereby banned from his scooter.

And how was your Thursday?