as written by Eric.
So, on Saturday night Ridge was racing around the cul de sac at
grandma Sommer's house on a razor scooter. He hit a sprinkler
head next to the sidewalk and flew over the handle bars landing
on his right arm. He was crying and in a bit of pain
but it didn't seem too terrible. He still had some movement
in his hand and I thought for sure it was just a bad sprain.
We gave him some tylenol and iced it and put him to bed.
On Sunday he seemed a little better and didn't complain
much so I figured he was going to be all right. On Monday we
went to disneyland and had a blast. Ridge seemed ok and
was having a lot of fun but wasn't using
his right arm much. On Tuesday we played and went to a movie
and flew back to Seattle. Ridge complained a little bit,
again not very much. Tuesday he went to school and tried to do
his regular things it was still hurting but he was never
crying or anything. So we finally decided to take him to the
doctor. The doctor examined his arm and said he thought it
was a bad sprain but we better get an xray. The doctor examined
the xray and called me into the room to look it over. He said
he couldn't believe it but Ridge had a broken arm! He had thought
for sure that it was a sprain by the way Ridge was acting and
that he had gone 4 days without much pain. I couldn't believe
it either. I had been taking Ridge all over the
place with a broken arm! What a great dad I am.
I really think he has an unusually high pain tolerance.
Maybe from all the stuff he went through at birth.
Well, he got a nice electric green cast and he said his
arm is feeling better.
That is until the itching starts...
I have to add that Ridge told us that his arm hurt every day. He is left-handed too so he could baby his right arm and function fine. Eric broke his arm twice and couldn't move his hand at all when it happened, different breaks. At Disneyland he rode the autopia car by himself and I was riding behind him with Sommer and my mom and Ridge had a really hard time. I commented that it was hard for me to push the gas the whole time to try to make him feel better but then he said that it killed his arm to drive. Then after school on Tuesday he was in a terrible mood. We were going over his schedule for the afternoon -- soccer and scouts and he needed to practice piano and do homework -- and he complained that he had too much to do and his arm was killing him. So I asked if he wanted to see the Dr. and he said, "Yes!" very emphatically, like finally I was going to take care of him. Good thing I didn't put it off another day. And good thing Eric happened to have a late afternoon meeting close by so he could take him to the doctor. Parent of the year award nomination anyone?