Poor Dude

Son broke two bones in his forearm yesterday while playing outside. I'm pretty sure it was my fault. Cause I didn't shower and was wearing too tight yoga pants and no makeup. And walking around like that is pretty much a surefire guarantee that you'll end up in the ER with your kids. And I got a nosebleed on the ambulance ride over because my blood pressure shot up after seeing my son's arm shaped like a capital letter "S". So my white shirt with the bald Ajax man on the front was spattered in blood.

At one point, son was zonked out from painkillers so I put lipstick on. Because I felt that would distract from the bloodstains apparently? No, because that's the dumb shit you preoccupy yourself with so you don't have to think about your poor little dude's situation too closely.

But despite inappropriate cosmetic application, I think I did a pretty good job of holding it together for him. My knees buckled when I saw the X-Ray of both his arm bones snapped clean through. And I got shaky when I had to leave the room so they could set his arm. But I think I was able to comfort son and help him feel as calm as I could while we were there.

Grandpa came with a teddy bear, and Grandma showed up soon after. Husband was coming by train so it took longer for him to arrive. Before he got there the nurse told son that he would be able to go home soon. Son said, "No - I'll stay here till my daddy comes. I need to talk to him." And he did. We got home and set him up with codeine, a movie, and pretty much anything he wanted. We were doing ok.

But today the awfulness of it snuck up and walloped me. Husband and I cut son out of his tee-shirt so we could help him into a clean, roomy daddy tee. He's still in a splint and we were too nervous to pull his arm through the hole. Without his shirt on I was able to see son's teeny tiny shoulder blades. His tiny wrist bones and elbows. 6 year old elbows. I got weepy and kept kissing and hugging him till he was like, "Lady, COME ON!".

But it was like that new baby scared feeling came over me. When you get your new baby home and just stare at them because they are so delicately constructed that you just know your going to demolish them in some way. You'll set your coffee mug down in the wrong spot and squish their skull by accident. Or fart in the wrong direction and send them sailing into traffic. Somehow, you're going to screw up and break them because they are just that super delicate.

But they totally survive. And after awhile you think of them as your hale and hardy kids. Fell on your head? Well that's gonna leave a mark! They seem so big and grownup that you forget that they are still totally little and smushable. So smushable.

18 comments:

C Lo said...

Aw, poor dude.

My kids have never gotten hurt that badly....yet *knock wood*. I don't look forward to it.

Kathi D said...

Oh crap! I am so sorry! I think you held up well considering. I think that's the way of Moms. Hold it together for the crisis, and only have time to get really scared later. You did good.

Poor baby (you and him).

Helena said...

Oh nooo, poor little one! And poor you too having the nosebleed and everything. Hope his arm will heal quickly.

Michele said...

Oh no, I'm so sorry, I can totally relate to the feelings. My 2yo DS fell & broke his arm this summer and I bawled when they put up that xray. He was such a trooper though, I was shocked at how he took it all in stride. Be ready to open up your wallet at the Ortho... Optional Waterproof cast-cha-ching!

Ruth Dynamite said...

Yikes. So sorry for your little guy.

jen duncan said...

Well, the good news is you can now check "broke his arm" off the list of What Boys Go Through When Growing Up. :-) I'm glad you're all alright. He'll be good as new before you know it.

PamKittyMorning said...

My daughter broke her arm in a similar manner in 5th grade. I think it hurts the parents the most. xo

laughingatchaos said...

Oh man! How's he doing now? How're YOU doing now? We've been very lucky here to avoid this scenario, but I know it's coming. :(

Karen Sugarpants said...

wow poor dude indeed! and poor mama...i totally feel your pain and can relate to the tiny-ness of our children...you had me tearing up because i totally get it. xo

Gretchen said...

Poor both of you! I'm sure he'll be right as rain before too long. My oldest broke her arm right a the beginning of summer last year.

And the smushable aspect? I can totally relate.

Nat said...

Poor kid glad he's going to be ok.

I know exactly what you mean... smushable... great word.
(Karen shared the entry.)

LSL said...

This was such a sweet post. I'm so sorry to hear about your little dude : )

sam {temptingmama} said...

OMG, you guys! I feel all shaky and sick just reading this. I am so sorry!

I hope he heals up quickly! xoxox

Lisse said...

My older son started Kindergarten with a cast on his left arm. He ended kindergarten with a cast on his right arm.

The second time around, despite assurances that his was the most comon break in boys ages 6-12, I felt like I had failed tremendously.

He's in the second grade, still climbing trees in spite of my haranguing him.

Liv N Learn said...

I am so sorry to hear he got hurt.

As evil a human being as I am, I needed to hear that other people go through these same emotions. My daughter is 12 months and last night she fell off my husband and my bed while I was undressing her for her bath. I woke her up once every hour after we put her to bed to make sure she was ok. Her tiny little self still seems too delicate to take any type of fall. What kind of Mom lets her little girl fall off the bed.

Lotta said...

Liv - Um, every kind of mom? We all do things like that at some point. My sister and I were playing peek a boo with my son when he was just old enough to sit up. He was sitting on my bed and suddenly whipped backwards and did a full backwards somersault! We both lept on to the bed and caught him by the ankles at the very last moment. Oy vay!

K said...

Poor guy! Josh broke his arm like that playing football. I nearly died when he didn't get up after the play. I ran like hell over to him, GAH it was terrible! Huge hugs!

Erika Jurney said...

Oh God, L, that's terrible. I tell my boys that even when they're big grown up men, I will still think of them as my baby. I suspect that these protective feelings last forever.

I'm glad you can cuddle and spoil him while he heals.

xoxoxo,
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