nose dive

Max took a tumble on Wednesday evening.  This picture shows how the truck he was pushing ended up, after the front wheel caught a rock edge and all his 40 pounds went over and down.  He screamed "the scream".  We've heard it before, not quite 17 months ago, when he broke his right arm. (Click the link for pictures, read the posts before and after that for the full story.)

It soon became clear that his wrist bore all of that weight, and was causing him significant pain.  In an attempt to calm down the hysteria, I suggested he have a bath to wash it and figure out how badly it was injured.  He agreed to that, but then said it was just too painful.  He agreed to our suggestion to go to the hospital for an x-ray.

Here's what he did within minutes of returning home with his cracked wrist in a shiny new fiberglass cast:

Thankfully, it's not his dominant hand in the cast, so he hasn't missed even one dot-to-dot challenge!  Compared to the ordeal of his first broken bone, having this small, light cast for 3-4 weeks doesn't seem so overwhelming.

Although his attitude seemed really good ...

... I was nervous about how this could affect his field trip to the pumpkin patch the next day.  I didn't think about it for very long before deciding that there was no reason for him to miss it.  We bundled him up and the cast up and off they went.  He had to be cautious with it, as it was still quite sensitive to pressure, and he was still baby-ing it.  His teacher said he seemed to have a great time and didn't seem too hard done by that he only had one arm to use.  He came home with a humungous pumpkin that he couldn't possibly have carried, even with two good arms!  Kudos to the chaperone mom who must have dragged it through the patch for him.

Today has been long and wonderful and I'm very tired.  Until next time ...