Saturday was a pretty relaxing day for the family. After dinner we decided the kids needed a little more running around outside before settling in for the evening.
Kevin got the kids involved in a game of futbol, as well our guard, H-man*. Girls vs. boys. Lots of fun. Before you know it, there were a few bumps and hits as the ball was sought after. At one time, Isaiah fell and just about hit his head on the cement wall. Thankfully just some banged up knees. Then it was Selah's turn to get her knees and elbows banged up as she went after the ball. It would have been a beautiful move (kicking between our guard's legs as she slid) if it weren't for the fact that we were playing on cement. On grass she would have slid then just stood back up. After this she was out.
The game turned to races. Isaiah and Sofia began racing from one end to the other. Sadly, Isaiah clipped the back of Sofia's foot and went head first onto the cement. Because he wasn't wearing a shirt, his tummy got a pretty scrape. Nothing to be concerned about but what did have us worried is that he was crying and wouldn't stop. AND he was holding his arm. Uh-oh. As he fell, his left hand got caught underneath him with his hand bending back.
After almost 30 min. of unconsolable crying, I knew that he did something to his arm. (Mind you, this momma has had both of her wrists broken.) We called a friend of ours who is a PT. Dave came around 7 p.m. and took a look. His diagnosis was that it was not an emergency and wasn't anyplace really to go at this time of night. It could be fractured but he could have just bruised his muscles/tendons. We were in agreeance. Delaying wouldn't hurt.
Come Sunday morning Isaiah seemed fine. We hosted HouseGroup that morning and no one thought anything was wrong with his arm. To me, it looked a little swollen above his wrist and he did still have some tenderness. Later in the afternoon he was playing Ring Around the Rosy with his sisters. This was not good. Just them holding his hand and running around hurt. Then a bit later he bumped his hand against the furniture and it hurt. Okay, we needed to get it checked out.
But again, going to a doctor on this Sunday was not a good idea. A tragic accident involving over 175 people on a bus that went over a bridge had happened that morning and we knew the hospitals would be crowded.
So, needless to say, finally come Monday morning we took Isaiah to get x-rays. And sure enough, there was a small greenstick fracture on the inside of his left arm just above the wrist. Then it was time to take a taxi 1and1/2 hours across town to get the cast put on. We were thankful for the dr. The cast reminds me of the one I wore 30+ yrs ago.:) And may God bless the drs. who interacted with Isaiah because he is not a pleasant patient. Oh my!!! He cried, screamed, ran away, and yelled "I do not want a cast!". Poor guy. It took him about 24 hours to get used to the cast. The picture above is Monday evening. The next one is of him Tuesday night.
He gets the cast off in two weeks.
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