This past September, Maddox was at a friend's house while Lance and I went out to eat. When we got home, my friend was holding Maddox, and he had been crying. She said that all the kids were sliding down the stairs in a sleeping bag (how fun!), and he must have landed funny, because he started crying. A lot. She was getting ready to call us when we got there (about 15 minutes had passed). I figured he was just overly tired, and after time, he would be fine. Well, he couldn't sleep at all that night, and he couldn't move his arm very well. I asked him if he would like for me to take him to the doctor, and he said yes, so I knew it must hurt pretty bad. So, we called my mom to come watch the other 2 kids and headed over to Jasper County Hospital for x-rays.
When we got to the hospital, we double checked with him, "Maddox, before we go in to the hospital, are you sure your arm still hurts??" I mean, who wants an E.R. bill if it can be avoided, right? He was very sure it still hurt, so we went in. Once in the back, the nurse asked him how bad it hurt, and he said "A little." What?! A little?! Ok. Then the nurse proceeded to twist and turn his arm and asked him if that hurt, and he said "A little." WHAT?! Oh brother!
Next came time for x-rays. He was a little trooper and let them do whatever they needed to get the pictures. While waiting for the doctor (a little annoyed at this point because I'm feeling like they are going to tell us he is fine and send us home with $500 ice pack), Lance all of a sudden looked out the door and got wide-eyed. He said, "If that x-ray is Maddox's arm, then it's definitely broken!" So Lance went out to ask the nurse about the x-ray he was seeing on the computer screen in the hallway. Sure enough, it was Maddox's, and his left arm was broken. At this point, I am nearly in tears because we waited several hours to get him checked out, and a little while ago I had been annoyed with him because he was saying it only hurt a little. He proved how tough he actually is on this night!!
JCH didn't feel like they should cast it until he saw an orthopedic doctor, just in case. There is an orthopedic doctor that comes from Lafayette to JCH, so they sent us away with a splint and said they would call us Monday (this was Saturday) with an appointment time.
That was a long weekend. Maddox cried a lot because his arm hurt, and he hardly slept at all. Monday couldn't come soon enough! When Monday rolled around, we didn't hear from the hospital all day. Lance finally called the doctor's office in Lafayette to see if they would just see him down there. After much convincing, they squeezed us in. Thankfully, no surgery was needed and they went ahead and put a cast on.
Maddox was in a cast for 5 weeks and healed wonderfully! The toughest part was getting him to keep his fingers moving. Once we overcame that obstacle, it was easy sailing!
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| Here we are at JCH getting a splint |
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| All splinted and ready to go home! |
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| No words needed.....ouch! |
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| At the doctor's office getting his cast. He chose orange to match his Bears outfit |
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| He was excited to get some special deliveries from Nanny and Papa, and Uncle Kevin, Aunt Heather, Seth, and Linsey |
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| Working on his homework that he missed from school |
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| Trying to move those fingers!! |
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| Last day with his cast - yay!! |
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| It's off! |
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| Aahhhh....back to normal! Almost. |
