A little VanSyckle update, which seems all too familiar at this point (after the monkey bar fiasco)...
We went to a school roller skating party last week. Isabelle and Jackson have only been skating a few times on summer camp field trips. After begging to go to the much anticipated "glow party," I conceded. Admittedly, I was dreading it. I was exhausted. And really, who wants to go to a room full of kids on wheels, loud music that sounds like a bad wedding, and eat hot dogs?
Turns out, the kids loved it. After practicing a few times around with the "skate mates" (aka walkers for kids), they were confident enough to head out on their own around the rink. So, along with a disco ball, black lights, and plenty of 80's thowbacks, they were loving it. While I felt like I was getting a glimpse into my childhood, I also chatted with other mamas.
The party was 4-6pm. We almost made it. At 5:50pm Jackson was down. And I knew immediately that his arm was probably broken. My little guy is tough and we know from his last broken arm that he has a crazy high pain tolerance. So when he was inconsolable, we packed up and headed to the ER at our local children's hospital.
Hours later, after an x-ray, a consult from Ortho, narcotics, and lots of time distracting with the iPad, it was concluded that his bone was bowed and there was possibly a buckle fracture. Because he was in so much pain, his arm was too hard to manipulate for a good x-ray.
So Jackson spent all of last week in a splint and last night we followed up with a pediatric orthopedic specialist. He's currently in a full arm cast and we'll see in a few weeks how long he gets to sport a blue arm.
This makes 3 broken arms in our family in 1.5 years. To the point that the woman who does the casting, Miss Stephanie, now knows us by name.
Soccer season ended early. Family pictures delayed (ya'll might be getting Valentines rather than Christmas cards this year).
But my tough guy still has a smile on his face.