Another interruption in our token system and strong sitting was a little accident M had on Friday, Aug. 27th. We have a swing that hangs from a tree by a chain situated 40 feet up. I still don’t exactly know how he did it, but M managed to fall on his wrist off the swing. Tim heard him but M didn’t say anything at first. He finally came in a few minutes later and said he hurt himself. He didn’t come running like normal kids do and start crying and looking for mom. As I put ice on it I had him lie down and think about what his cousin Emma would do (18 months old). We talked through it and I really didn’t think it was a big deal, a sprain maybe. We did eventually decide to take him to the hospital that has a pediatric ER. The wait was short, the nurses great and I realized later we were inquisitioned about the fall. Yeah, it was not a time for RAD to raise its ugly head. M told the truth, they x-rayed it and found a radius fracture in his arm. While we were waiting a baby came in with its’ family and was crying and wailing. The parents couldn’t attend to it because the nurse was examining the child. I told M that’s what it was like for him when he cried as a baby and no one came and made him feel better. A powerful moment for him. I told him everyone deserved to be loved and comforted and I hoped he would learn to let me do that for him. One tear just made its way down his face. So glad for the opportunity to make a connection for him. He got a splint and we were on our way home, with a stop for a milkshake. He loved the attention and it was a bonding moment for us.
As for the strong sitting, it was kinda hard to get up and down with a sling on his arm so we had to modify it. Really felt like the Lord was in this, knowing M probably couldn’t go in the water on our vacation in a week. When we went to the orthopedist the following Mon. he told him he could not get it emerged in water. Major bummed out. I thought it would be an opportunity for M to observe our family playing and being together in activities he couldn’t participate in. We did end up with a plastic sleeve that protected his arm so he could get in the water to a point and play in the sand without getting it in his cast. And yes, it was his right arm, his writing hand.