Jinxed

It’s actually all my fault.  I should’ve known better.

As I was leaving work last Friday, I tempted the gods (or the universe or the magical unicorns) by casually uttering the statement “For the next four days, I’m going to be a complete slug and not do anything other than relax.”  So the magical unicorns had a good laugh at that one …. and pooped out this for me:

Saturday morning, Derek and I decided that we wanted to drive down to a fried fish joint in a neighboring town to get some lunch and bring home leftovers to eat that night while watching the OKC Thunder game.  It was a good plan.

Just as I was picking up my purse to leave, the house phone rang.  Emily brought it to me.  It was the mother of the kid that Riley was staying a few days with.  Certain words were spoken

- accident

- hospital

- broken arm

With five kids, trips to the emergency room are a common thing.  We didn’t get terribly upset.  We took home the girl that spent Friday night with the twins.  We stopped at Sonic to get drinks.  Then we drove about 45 minutes to the hospital.

When somebody says “broken arm”, you just assume that it’s the bottom part of the arm … the smaller part.  We assumed wrong.

I didn’t get upset at all until we got there and saw him.  It was actually the large bone in the top of his arm that snapped into two pieces when the go-cart rolled over on it.  He was in a lot of pain and they had to wait until we got there before they could set it.  They had already given him a mild pain killer that was making him rant and rave.  He was crying.  I was crying.  It wasn’t pretty.

No matter how old your baby grows to be, when they are in pain it’s like looking at your five year old in that hospital bed.  I had to leave the room a few times.

When they sedated him and set his arm, they forced both Derek and I to leave with a warning of, “You don’t want to see this.” 

Riley coming out of the sedation was unlike anything I had ever seen before.  He yelled.  He screamed.  He wasn’t making any sense at all.  It was very hard to watch and a few times it upset me so much that I had to leave the room and wander the halls until I stopped crying.

They sent him home with a splinted arm and some painkillers. 

Ever since Saturday afternoon he has lived in one of the recliners in the living room, right in front of the TV.  He only gets up to go to the bathroom, mostly because the lower part of his arm is not technically connected to the upper part of his arm and it just hangs when he stands up.

Because of the holiday, the doctor’s office was closed on Monday and Tuesday.  The doctor was in surgery all day Wednesday (yesterday), but they finally called back this morning. 

Derek and Riley are on the way to the doctor right now.