Tate's Broken Arm

I knew it would happen eventually, but I just didn't think it would happen to Tate first. On Wednesday, March 13, the babysitter picked up Tate from school and brought all of the kids to the playground for our ward playgroup. Both Nathan and I were at work. About noon, I got a call from Suzie and the first thing she said was, "Tate broke his arm." I couldn't believe it and I started to freak out (being pregnant didn't help). She said that he was going down a slide and went to get off at the end of it and just kind of tripped and fell on his arm. She said it wasn't too far and so slow that she didn't think much of it when he started crying. She thought he was upset because he was dirty, so she went over to him to dust him off and immediately could tell that his left arm was broken. The bottom half of it was obviously in a S curve. I told her to take him to the ER and I literally dropped everything and started running to my car. We met at Mountain View Hospital ER and poor little Tate was shirtless (they had cut off his shirts) and crying. He didn't seem to be in too much pain, but was more scared. He DOES NOT like doctors or needles and he was terrified of what was going to happen. I had called Nathan and he immediately left work and started for the hospital.

Getting his X-ray

Tate got an X-ray, which confirmed that he had broken both bones (ulna and radius) in his left arm. They said that they needed to set it and splint it. To do that, they gave him an IV (to administer the pain meds and then to give him the medicine to put him out). Tate did not like having the IV put in. When they were setting it, they had to do X-rays at the same time so I couldn't be in the room. Luckily, Nathan was able to be with Tate and hold him. Even though he was out, I could still hear him screaming in pain. It was absolutely awful to hear my baby so scared and in pain. I couldn't control myself and just sobbed and sobbed. 

Tate was so happy to have his Daddy there with him

They then splinted it and wrapped it and gave him some more medicine. About an hour later, we were released and told to follow up with an orthopedic surgeon to get a cast. On the way home, we stopped with Tate at the gas station and let him pick out any treats he wanted. He was happy to tell anyone in the store about his arm. He was so proud. :) We spent the rest of the day relaxing and trying to keep him comfortable. He was such a brave boy!