Bones Break!

So it has finally happened after 14 years of raising kids. One of my kids has finally broken a bone. Now don't get me wrong it should've happened, I mean Brian is the biological father, but I figured they had my amazing genes. I have never broken a bone. Brian on the other hand has been in a cast more times than most people spend on the toilet.This is Andrew with a big smile. He wasn't smiling on the 20 minute ride to Morton hospital. He broke his humerus, which is above his elbow. We have to follow up with an orthopedic surgeon because it could possibly be on the growth plate. Andrew was in the first half about 12 minutes into the game and he tripped on the ball and landed on his left hand and he ran off the Field holding his arm saying he broke it. I was in shock and didn't know what to do. Someone said take him to the ER and I was like "where is it?" The worst part was the drive to Morton. Andrew was in the back of our 50ft van and I could hear him crying but I couldn't do anything to comfort him.



They gave him some Motrin and that seemed to help take the edge off. By the time we had left the hospital his coach had called twice because his team was so worried. All he wanted was his best friend Garrhet. He even got teary eyed when we talked about how much his friendship meant to him. Grandma and Grandpa even came out to the hospital to help out and take Quinton if we had to stay there too long. We only had enough milk for Quinton for a soccor game not an ER visit.

The idea of staying home and playing unlimited video games was exciting to Andrew. Jenna and Katrina were a little jealous and they said they wouldn't mind breaking an arm. If it wasn't for the whole pain thing.