Monday, June 27, 2011

a broken arm

He did it. He broke his arm. I've been anticipating this moment ever since he started moving. We've watched him make very poor decisions about his personal safety many, many times. We've put our hands in the air, we've expressed our concerns, we've scolded, and we've cared for all of the bruises, bumps, scrapes, and (yes) puncture wounds.

But this time, it was an honest accident, something that could have happened to a mild mannered, cautious child. It wasn't a superman move - no leap from a tall building. He was playing on a playset, slipped and fell, and fractured his elbow. It was a little break, and he'll heal fast. The cast will stay on for three weeks - I'm hoping that it'll be long enough to remind him what could happen if he's not careful . . .

1 comment:

  1. The second time Reed had stitches, Scott and I were within a foot of him and we were throwing a stuffed animal. Not sure how he has escaped the numerous dangerous things he has done. Right now he has a lump on his forehead from falling out of bed and a bruise on his face from walking into a door. Eric will do great and for now he probably thinks the cast is pretty cool. We will have to chat soon.