Sunday was like any other day. We went to a birthday party, our kids had cake at 3:30pm, and then the thing you fear most.
Someone runs up to me and says "Brendan broke his arm." Both bones. A bad break. We're headed to the ER for the second time in 2 weeks.
I literally threw chairs out of the way, finding out that he fell over the side of the slide.
The poor little guy handled it like a trouper. Sure he cried, but as you can tell he waited patiently at Children's Hospital to get his arm set and a cast (he wanted orange, green was his second choice which he ended up with).
The reason I said we had cake at 3:30pm? Kids have to go 3 hours without having food, before they can put you under. He's just about ready to go, when another critical emergency situation came into the ER. Totally understandable, so you wait a little more.
The staff at Children's, tremendous. The attention to detail, phenomenal. You don't appreciate it until you experience it.
Only problem? Someone hit our daughter's big toe with a door 2 weeks ago. Fortunately for the little dancer, no breaks...just pain going into dance recital week.
And that's after last year's debacle, where Ethan got his hand caught in the hinge part of a door and broke the end of it.
We're 3 strikes, and hopefully out of the ER for a LONG time!
Any other parents have this many calamities? Emails at lallan@todaystmj4.com
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