To wrap up our fun week off school we planned to attend a Family Fun Day with Dave’s company. It is always a great time with bouncy castles, lots of games and food. We arrived and said our hellos, the two older muppets were already making a b-line to the bouncy slide that they had set up. The youngest however had something else in mind. He had discovered face painting at the oldest muppets halloween carnival and that is all he wanted to do. He wanted to be Spiderman!
The other two muppets would have never waited in line as patiently as he did, nor would they have sat on my lap so still while getting the face painting done. He was so excited when I showed him the photo on my phone of his painted face. We quickly walked over to the bouncy slide to show his brothers and Daddy. After the quick admiration that his brothers gave him he followed them up to the top of the slide to join in the fun. After a few minutes of fun the slide started to get busy. We could see that the youngest muppets was being trampled on by all the big kids who had decided to pack the slide.
We made a quick decision to go and find some snacks. The smallest muppet was whining and crying and I could not figure out what was wrong, I figured he was tired and hungry or both. I soon noticed that he was holding his arm and every time I moved him and his arm moved he cried. He wouldn’t let us touch it or look at it, I kept on thinking back to the first time I had met my mother in law and how she had told me to be prepared to take a few emergency trips to the hospital with her son and how many times he had managed to break his arm.
I left the Family Fun Day with the smallest muppet in tears, and trying to convince me he didn’t need to see a doctor, and that the dentist was sleeping. I had prepared myself for the worst, that I would be spending hours at the hospital doing x-rays, a cast, and possibly surgery, I tried to control my panic as I brought my wailing child in to the clinic and asked to see a doctor. I am sure my white faced appearance and my child’s loud cry is what bumped us to the top of the list and we were brought to a doctor almost immediately.
As the cries subsided, the doctor started examining his arm and concluded very quickly that it was not broken and that there was no fracture, his elbow was jammed and had to be unjammed (yes these were her exact words). She said it was simple that she would manipulate the arm and release the tendon and all would be right again in the world. I could not help but think back to episodes of Greys Anatomy when I watch the doctors put someones dislocated shoulder back in place and I started to feel uneasy. I sat my littlest boy on my lap and prepared for the scream that would tear both my heart and my ear drums but before I even took a breath she was done.
She asked him to move his arm and shake her hand but he would not, so she pulled out a lolly and asked him to grab it with his hand. There was no hesitation as he reached for the candy with lightning reflexes. He smiled and me after and said “Wook mama all better”. We left the hospital with no cast, no x-rays and no prescription!
We arrived back at the Family Fun Day his brothers so happy that he was alright and both surprised and I think a little disappointed that he did not have a cast on. We enjoyed the rest of our day and I tried really hard not to be crazy over protective mom but that didn’t really work out too well.
I know having three boys I will have my fair share of broken bones, sprains and stitches. I am prepared for it, I know that it is coming but I am very glad that we were able to escape all of the above today!