Big boo boo
The Doc is in and She’ll fix you up.
if you’re a toy then you’re in luck.
it’s ok don’t be afraid the Doc really knows her stuff.
Doo Doo Doo you know it’s good for you
The doc is gonna help you feel better
Well, lil’ man is not a toy, so Doc McStuffins couldn’t help us out with this one. Good thing is that we live close to a very good children’s hospital with a great doc.
Now, why did we need a hospital? Let’s just say, lil’ man is not the most graceful. He was at the park one nice afternoon with his MeMe running around and playing. He tripped and fell, and then I got a phone call.
“Becc, I think he broke his arm,” said MeMe, sounding like she was near tears herself.
After a quick trip to the Vanderbilt Bone and Joint Clinic with a couple x-rays, the diagnosis was lil’ man had a broken elbow. This was not an easy, let’s set the bone, put him in a cast and let it heal, though. Because kid’s elbows are mostly cartilage, he required pins, which meant surgery, which meant anesthesia and cutting my baby’s arm open. So rather than going to the hospital just in town, we opted for the children’s hospital up the road. I figure, they are more used to kids and their needs.
Note: I totally trust our hospital in town. They took very good care of me with both deliveries and the subsequent scare that followed this last c-section.
Surgery was scheduled for the morning, which meant we headed on up to the hospital that evening after a quick run home for clothes and Mr. Coon.
We hung out in the ER for awhile as we waited for a room, and we had some very good nurses taking care of Lil’ Man. They better be good since MeMe pounced on them as soon as they came in to start the IV. See, MeMe is a nurse, she already felt bad because he was on her watch, and she didn’t want to see her grandson stuck multiple times.
They did great, though, and only took one stick to get the IV in. They also made a little sling out of gauze to hold up his arm that was in a splint.
It was a long night for us as we didn’t get a room until much later, and then in the morning, lil’ man was prepped for surgery. As we headed to pre-op, a familiar face was there to greet us. The nurse getting him ready is a friend of mine from high school – small world. Then they took him back. His cries about did it to me…okay, they did. I had to choke back the tears, and I just kept telling myself, “It’s only his arm.”
When he was all done and back in recovery, the Hubs and I got to visit him, and then he got wheeled back to the room.
Mr. Coon stayed by his side the entire time, and while you can’t see him, Mr. Bear was propping up his casted arm.
Poor baby looks so small in that hospital bed. He finally woke enough to get him up and moving a bit, and later that evening, we were released to go home.
I wasn’t really sure how he would do with the cast, so I kept it covered during meal times for the first day. He pretty much kept it still, so the plastic baggie was not really necessary.
See, he even helped washing dishes, keeping his cast out of the water the entire time.
Just in case of swelling, we left the hospital with a split cast, and after a week, we went to get a set of x-rays to make sure the pins were holding everything in place and get another layer on the cast. Lil’ man chose yellow.
You might notice that his shirt is the same in quite a few of these. That’s because it’s actually a long-sleeve shirt that we cut one arm off. It did get washed, but it was still a little chilly out some days.
After two weeks, we went in again to get the pins out. They took the cast off, took another set of x-rays, and then just pulled those pins out. No drugs…just pulled right out. I don’t think it hurt as much as he was scared.
He got another cast put on for another couple weeks, and again, he went with yellow. He got a cookie for being such a brave lil’ man.
Another two weeks went by, and we thought we were done with the cast. It got cut off, and x-rays were done yet again.
Nope, back in the cast. Something on the x-ray looked a little weird like the elbow had not healed all the way yet. So another yellow cast went on. If you are counting, this was our third yellow cast.
Finally, the afternoon before we headed to the beach for vacation, it came off for good.
The kid has a pretty cool scar on his elbow now, which I have not been able to get a real good picture of yet, and you can see where the pins were sticking out of his elbow because there are two weird scars on the outside of his elbow. Weird thing is that lil’ man actually did not want them to take the cast off. I think he had got used to having it there for protection, and as you can see it did not stop him from playing.
With our many trips to the hospital to check on his elbow, I still keep telling myself, “It’s just an arm.” I’ve also assured MeMe that accidents happen. Every time we drive past the park, lil’ man points and says, “I go to the park with MeMe and fall down.”