(Drew, being Drew, wouldn't pose for me at all and instead insisted on covering his face)Not this past weekend but the weekend before, Drew, his dad, and Ethan went off for a bike ride before dinner. Kevin, on the way out the door, grabbed his cell phone and told me jokingly that he would call if someone needed a rescue. About 10 minutes after they left, the phone rang and I picked up and immediately heard someone wailing in the background. Drew had fallen off his bike and Kevin said something seemed to be really wrong with his arm.
I jumped in the car and drove to where they were and found Drew sitting on the curb, white faced, crying and clutching his arm. When I got him to move his hand off his arm I could see that the elbow area was swollen already. We loaded him and his bike in the car and then headed off to the Insta Care.
Driving there, I was panicking a bit remembering the last time Drew had ever had to go to the emergency room. He was 4 and had fallen and cut his face and needed stitches. They gave him a sedative that instead of mellowing him, enraged him and then they strapped him into a papoose board. He screamed and wiggled out of that board like 5 times while they tried to stitch his face and all the while the assisting nurse kept sighing these big, irritated sighs. Finally, sick of that I looked that nurse dead in the eyes and said, "look, he is 4, your sedative didn't work, and I am sorry if it irritates you but he is just not going to calmly lay there while you poke needles in his face!" Amazingly, the nurse guy did a complete 180 and then was completely nice with Drew afterward. The whole thing was stressful to say the least.
We got to the Instacare and the poor guy was in a lot of pain and I was nervous about whether he would cooperate for x-rays or not. Fortunately, there is a big difference between 4 and almost 12 and he cooperated wonderfully with everything they wanted him to do. I was really proud of him. Also, very cutely, as he was laying on the exam table, in pain, waiting for the doctor to look at the x-rays, he looked at me and said, "how are you feeling mom?" Since I got pregnant, he has been super concerned about how I am feeling. Anyway, turns out he broke his humerus, right above the elbow. They put it in a splint and sling and instructed us to see an Orthopedic doctor on Monday for a cast.
He got casted Monday and returned to school Tuesday and came home with literally not one spare inch of space on that cast he had so many signatures. He was pumped about all the attention and all the "friends" who signed his cast.
In true Drew fashion, he is milking the broken arm for all it is worth. For the first few days it was casted he would refer to himself in the third person, like some professional athlete, as "broken arm man". Walking in the door from school, "broken arm man is home!", after dinner, "broken arm man needs help with his shirt" and so on. Kind of hilarious. For a few days he was refusing to use his other arm, insisting he couldn't close his car door or pick up any toys. I was like, "um, your right arm is perfectly fine!"
In other news, that same weekend, Ethan broke his glasses in two (I know, what next right?). We went off right away to order new ones but the poor guy had to spend that week at school blind. We let him pick his pair all by himself and I thought it was kind of cute that he had some definite ideas about what he thought looked good.
Here he is in the new spec's,
I think he looks super handsome and maybe a bit too cool for the rest of us in this family.
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