Jun 9, 2014
A parental fear of mine came to fruition over the weekend. It was never a matter of if this would happen but more of when. And friday was that day. Ace's invincible superhero days came to an end.
It was a normal non-stop high intensity day in this house. I was sitting on the couch feeding Avalon a snack, while the boys were playing "superheros" to the scenes of The Incredibles in the background. They were jumping from couch to couch, escaping the robots. Pierce was flying, while Ace would tuck and roll to safety. At one point they were both jumping off the ottoman. Ace jumped first and just like that Pierce jumped down on his arm. I was sitting right there...I saw the whole thing happen. It has since replayed in my mind many times. Ace looked at me and said "mama I can't move my arm" I calmly sat him on the couch, told him not to move, while I got stuff ready to go to the hospital. Ace is the type of kid that never shows pain, he bounces back from everything. This time I just knew that he was holding back tears, which fueled me to move even quicker. The husband was getting ready for an airborne training event so I didn't think he would even have his phone let alone be able to come home and help. But I shot him a text anyway, "Hey, pretty sure Ace broke his arm. Heading to the hospital. Investigation on going" He called me within five minutes and said, "I have a few hours before wheels up so I'll come watch the kids". Perfect I loaded the injured party in the car as the parental unit was en route.
Once we got to the ER Ace had gone into silent mode. I knew he was just concentrating on the pain at this point. I felt helpless. I just wanted to be able to absorb all his pain. I'd take that hit a thousand times over if it meant we didn't have to be there. They had us back and in a room before I could even finish writing Ace's name on the paper. The doctor came in to exam his arm, and ordered an x-ray right away. X-rays are always the worst part, five different positions of moving his tiny arm in ways that he just couldn't. But still a tear had not been shed. Just silence. Once the results came back the doctor went over them and said the term "supracondylar humerus fracture" and "partial dislocation". All I heard was broken. Next thing you know they are rolling his elbow back into place. Ace screamed and we all jumped. It was the first noise he had made in hours. But then after it was all said and done he let out the biggest sigh of relief. I too felt like I could just take a few deep breaths.
They ordered him to be measured for a sling, and he ordered three orange popsicles. I would have ordered a shot of tequila. But the worst was over. He was set in a resin cast, a little sling, and strict orders to take it easy (ya right). We left with a follow up appointment with an orthopedic surgeon, and an ER consensus that boys will be boys. We made it home just in time for Chris to catch an hour or two of sleep before taking off. Hopefully by the time he returns his eldest and most daring child will be in better spirits.
Ace is a tough kid, probably the toughest. He is amazing stoic just like his dad. He is the one reassuring me that he is fine. But I can't help but get up every few hours in the middle of the night to go in and make sure he is comfortable. To prop his heavy little arm back on his pillow. To kiss his little forehead. To wish that I could just keep him in a little bubble. But as he told me last night "mama superheros get hurt too. I just have to grow a new arm".
So that's it....simple as that. We will just grow a new arm.