Boys Will Be Boys!

Last Monday, the first day of school, the kids decided to take their "showers" in the sprinklers. I was picking weeds when I suddenly heard Caleb screaming repeatedly, "Its broken! I broke my arm!" I went running over to where he was and found him laying on the patio. A bright red ring appeared immediately around his wrist. We took him inside to ice him down and called Nancy for advice. She was still driving home with Ami, and from Derek's personal experience, we didn't really trust Gary's advice. :) (I still love you). I drove Caleb to Urgent Care (I knew Derek would be better for the task, but I knew it'd be a late night and he had to work the next day. Little did I know that I would make it an even later night.) The good news is we didn't have to yell at Caleb because he was already berating himself. Apparently, he had a great idea and encouraged the girls to follow him as he ran down the wet slide. Turned out to really not be that great of an idea as he ended up face first on the patio. The girls decided not to follow him. Hooray for some sense of self control and self preservation. He ended up with a compound fracture that appeared to extend into the growth plate. We were told he might have to have surgery and get pins in his arm. (This is where my part of the story comes in, but I'll have to save it for another time). It was a very long, pain-filled night, with little sleep. He got a blessing at about 1am which brought him some comfort. Two days later we saw the orthopedic surgeon and took new x-rays. The new images show that the break barely missed the growth plate, so now its a waiting game to see if surgery is required. If his arm heals properly he probably will not need surgery.
So, the boys will be boys bit--On Thursday, Caleb was feeling pretty good at school and decided to play kickball. He was the pitcher. To hear him tell the story is funny. He got two strikes on the kicker and knew he could strike her out. On the third pitch she surprisingly kicked a hard one straight for him, and guess what? He went for it and it smacked him straight on the broken part of his arm. He was in so much pain he had to come home early. Boys make me crazy!