Un-brake-able = Breakable

Maybe someone in our house has learned a lesson. I hope--- we never want to repeat this event. An older brother has trouble with his 'stop it' button; completely nonfunctional. When I say stop it he just can't. So when they were playing rough on Thursday afternoon at 4:50 and I said stop it, he simply moved the rough to a new area of the yard. Where it happened at 5:00. I heard the scream (unlike any I have ever heard from any of my children). The ones he was playing with had backed up like he was radioactive; the sound apparently scared them. And as he lay there screeching I knew I was totally messing it up by picking him up and taking him inside (still screeching). And then I took the pants off to get a better look (blood curdling wails). And lay him on the couch and tried to coax him to let me look (fetal position and sobbing and no-no-no). Call to D and meet me at urgent care. Carry to the car (screaming NO). Ride with rising and falling cries (I found later this was the muscle spasms). Into urgent care. IV of morphine (less crying). X ray (loud weeping and glaring looks that I would let them do this). Broken. Ride in the ambulance with a little bit of siren so he would remember the ride (thank goodness for one last half hit of morphine before the ride-- Tacoma needs to repave 6th). Orthopedic doc. Broken. Spica cast--- if you don't know look it up. While waiting for the casting he came out of the drug fog (and probably shock) and talked and it was so good to see him almost normal and hear him ask "What dat?" about everything and hear him tell everyone about his "accidentally". Casting for spica: we were welcome to stay, but barbaric is being polite for how they do this particular cast. Luckily he was in a twilight haze which also causes a brief amnesia so he won't remember it. Coming out of sleep he didn't understand what felt different. Prescrips and discharge (I'll go into that another time). Home. To the couch -where he is yet tonight and for much of the next six weeks. First words to D upon waking this morning: I hate this cast. A good day all things considered. M was in pain between 12 and 1 when he finally napped for a while (off and on so it must have been muscle spasms around the break). And this afternoon he perked up again and was almost normal and again it was such a relief to see it and enjoy him just being him. I will keep this updated as I can..... hhhmmmmmm..... 6 weeks of mostly stuck at home... I might find some time. Pics below of right after the casting and tonight relaxing after eating some real food for dinner.

love and hugs and try to teach the un-brake-able ones to stop before they break someone, B