Zach's broken arm

Well, he's done it. That right of passage for adventurous little boys: a broken arm. A few weeks ago, Thad got a call from Zach's school saying that he had fallen and hurt his arm. Apparently, little Zach had been playing on the monkey bars at school and jumped off the platform which is about 4 feet off the ground. Probably pretending to be some sort of super hero. Zach's teacher, Mrs. Peterson (who is two steps away from being a saint) used to be an ER nurse for many many years and was concerned that Zach had hurt his arm more than just a sprain. Thad went to check on Zach and had been texting, emailing, and calling me the whole morning to tell me what was going on. Unfortunately, I was in a conference room at work that gets no cell reception, so I was unaware of the situation until about an hour later. I looked down at my phone and saw a text that said, "I might take him to the hospital," and I FREAKED! I called Thad who explained the situation and had taken Zach home to watch Billy the Exterminator and see if his arm would do better. I called the pediatrician and made an appointment to see if we needed X-rays.
The pediatrician sent us to the hospital and we ended up in the ER and Zach needed a cast. He had a buckle fracture which is apparently very common in small kids, especially if they land with their palms down.
He picked a red cast which he only had to have for 3 weeks. Daddy took him to get the cast of yesterday and we have LOVED not having to put a plastic bag on his arm every night for bath. The cast really didn't slow him down much, but it was fun to have all those signatures. He also got spoiled rotten by his grandparents. My mom came down and spoiled him silly and Thad's parents OVERNIGHTED him a batman toy. They also sent him a batman cookie jar with amazing candy and goodies inside. I told Zach that only happens the first time you break your arm, the second time you don't get anything good.
Since he got the cast off, he's been taking it with him places, although I'm hoping he leaves it lying around soon so I can throw it away because it doesn't smell all that nice.













Right after we learned it was broken, he was pretty sad and tired.














We had to keep frozen vegetables on his arm and keep it elevated. We also got a prescription for Lortab and we even opted for a bottle of rootbeer flavoring. I don't think it did much, he still hated the medicine. We only gave it to him a couple times, he mostly just had IBProfen.










He opted for the red cast













Healed at last!