Charlie, Ben and I rode our bikes to listen to the Irish music in the park. After listening for a while, we decided to ride over to another park/playground area. We got our bikes situated. The boys ran off to play and I sat down and began to check a text I had received. All of the sudden I heard Ben crying. When I ran over to him to help him, I noticed the unnatural curve in his arm and knew it was broken.
Did I mention we were rode our bikes?!
I called Todd, who was at a youth group meeting.
His phone was silenced because he was teaching.
I tried a neighbor, but was unable to reach them.
I must not have been hiding my concern (panic) very well, because Charlie got upset, started crying and saying, “my baby brother broke his arm!”.
I thought, “No, not you too Charlie, I need you to hold on!” Then I remembered a friend from church lived across the street from the park.
After deciding that I could carry Ben and take the bikes, I ditched the bikes and we ran to my friend’s house.
Thank GOD she was home!
She answered the door and I lost it.
Thankfully she was able to understand that Ben broke his arm, we rode our bikes and I needed a ride home. She said, “Take my van, I’ll get your bikes. We’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” Charlie, Ben and I hopped in her van and headed for the hospital.
Poor Ben cried the whole way. I can’t imagine the pain he must have been in.
Charlie did a good job talking to Ben and trying to distract him.
We (finally) arrived at the hospital a little after 8 pm. Ben was such a champ.
There was a lot of waiting, but x-rays confirmed he broke his radial and ulna. What was unclear was if it was going to take surgery to fix it or not. We were referred to an orthopedic clinic, but after talking to our pediatrician, we ended up at Gillette. Gillette apparently couldn’t get the x-rays from hospital, so we couldn’t give Ben anything to eat until after he was seen.
His appointment was at 2:45pm.
We gave him juice this morning and then he slept for a good three hours.
Thankfully (I’m sure it was because of all the prayers offered on Ben’s behalf) he didn’t need to have surgery.
In fact, the ortho doctor manipulated Ben’s cast and was able to significantly correct the break.
Again, Ben was such a troop through the whole thing. He was acting like it didn’t hurt. That is until the doctor kept squeezing and manipulation his break. He finally started to cry and asked when she was going to stop.
Poor Guy.
After she was done, Ben was immediately able to eat the snack I brought for him.
Ben was given the choice of whatever he wanted to eat. He chose spaghetti and meatballs from Noodles. When I cut his noodles and meatballs, he looked at me. Then looked at his cast covered right hand. "How am I supposed to eat with this?" he asked. I told him he was going to have to use his left hand. That should be interesting these next several weeks.
We have to head back to Gillette on next week to ensure things are healing properly.
I'm so thankful for all the calls, texts, email, and especially for the prayers. When I put Ben to bed last night, I was so grateful.
Really? I felt grateful?
I was surprised myself.
I was grateful he didn’t fall on his head,
break his leg or his back.
Grateful that even though my phone calls for help weren’t answered, when I remembered my friend who lived close by, she was so willing to help-no question.
Grateful that today the answer to my prayer for no surgery was answered (with the answer I wanted).
Grateful that Ben seems to be having less pain than expected.
Grateful that I wasn’t alone with the boys in the park.
Grateful that even in the midst of everything, Ben started singing
“My God is so big and so strong and so mighty.
There’s nothing my God cannot do.”
So true Ben, so true.
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