Here's a little of our adventure for those of you that are wondering:
Sunday afternoon we were attending a friend's birthday party at a local park. I had just dropped off Muffin Tin Dad and the Muffin Tin Kids and was driving down the street, when I got a call on my cell that MT Boy had fallen on the monkey bars (hold your left arm behind your back like you are going to handcuffed-he fell back on his arm that way-ouch!) MT Girl ran to get MT Dad, and I drove up. We wisked him away to the emergency room to get seen asap. And until they gave him medication for the pain, he was miserable, crying in agony.
They did a few x-rays and determined that he need to be transported to the regional children's hospital to be seen immediately by a pediatric orthopedic surgeon (say that 5 times fast!). He had fractured his elbow through the growth plate and would need surgery. So we waited for the ambulance to arrive. And waited and wait and waited...a total of 2 hours for a transport ambulance! And the drive to Children's was 45 minutes!
Finally, we made our way to the next ER where we were greeted pretty quickly by the staff and soon the doctor. He recommended we wait until 6:30am to have surgery as the OR had been backed up and then MT Boy could get food (it had been 9 hours!) and sleep before the surgery, rather than be at the mercy of the OR.
So with the drip drip drip of morphine to comfort him during the night he was admitted. It's been a long time since I had that sleepless of a night and I am not sure I have fully recovered from it. MT Boy woke every half hour, as every slight turn brought a shooting pain up his arm, despite the morphine. The drugs also made him have crazy dreams. At one point he shouted "No, you can't have my chair!" in his sleep. When I asked him, he said he was just dreaming about his arm.
The next morning he had his surgery and as he was wheeled back to OR, the nurse asked him if he was hurt because he was jumping on the bed, I said he had been playing on the monkey bars. Muffin Tin Boy started singing "No More Monkeys Jumpin' On The Bed". The Pediatric Oncology, Cardiolody, and Orthopedic Dept. all converged around this amazing activity center for patients. The only thing Muffin Tin Boy wanted to do after he woke up was play air hockey. He was in heaven!
So with the drip drip drip of morphine to comfort him during the night he was admitted. It's been a long time since I had that sleepless of a night and I am not sure I have fully recovered from it. MT Boy woke every half hour, as every slight turn brought a shooting pain up his arm, despite the morphine. The drugs also made him have crazy dreams. At one point he shouted "No, you can't have my chair!" in his sleep. When I asked him, he said he was just dreaming about his arm.
The next morning he had his surgery and as he was wheeled back to OR, the nurse asked him if he was hurt because he was jumping on the bed, I said he had been playing on the monkey bars. Muffin Tin Boy started singing "No More Monkeys Jumpin' On The Bed". The Pediatric Oncology, Cardiolody, and Orthopedic Dept. all converged around this amazing activity center for patients. The only thing Muffin Tin Boy wanted to do after he woke up was play air hockey. He was in heaven!
More to come later, if I am up to it...
I should tell you that although I was pretty shaken up by the whole experience, I realize that it was "just" a broken elbow and to put things into perspective I will share with you that the 13 year old girl next to us in the emergency room was hit by a car in the crosswalk. The driver had been texting.
I should tell you that although I was pretty shaken up by the whole experience, I realize that it was "just" a broken elbow and to put things into perspective I will share with you that the 13 year old girl next to us in the emergency room was hit by a car in the crosswalk. The driver had been texting.
