Tuesday I get a text from our daycare provider. Zach fell on the same wrist and he cried a little. They were icing it and he was moving it fine and he was happily watching a cartoon. I called our pediatricians nurse and she said to watch it for a few days and if it didn't improve, to call them and we would have it checked out.
We noticed him not moving it at all Tuesday night (he could move it, but chose not to). He wouldn't pull his pants up or use it to do anything. First thing Wednesday we make appointments and get him in for an x-ray. Chris had taken him to the doctor so they were spending the afternoon together and our doctor called and said it was in fact fractured.
Today we took the day off and took him for his cast. We were pretty concerned about how he would act. He gets very anxious around doctors, nurses, medical facilities, anything that remotely looks like it might be out to get him.
After a bit of stalling on Zach's part we finally distracted him enough to get the cast on. He was excited to pick his favorite color!
When we were walking out of the office Zach said to me with a giggle in his voice "I was a little nervous in there". Melt. My. Heart.
Through this whole ordeal this week he has been so tough. He really didn't complain about it much and went to school almost all week.
We were so proud of him for being so brave that we did what any parent would. Took him to the toy store!
I went in to check on him tonight and he just looks even more grown up than he did last night.
But when I see him laying there all grown up... I still see this
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