Basketball and Valentines Day and a Broken Bone

We moms really know best.  For real!  It is often that we tell our kids NOT to do “it” and they proceed then comes dreaded consequences.  I’m just recently becoming acquainted with consequences…like seriously.  Raising two African American boys make me take decisions and consequences seriously.  I wish race didn’t have anything to do with it..but honestly it does and I’m one to take life as it comes to you.  If that’s a part of our society then I believe that we prepare ourselves accordingly.  Preparation is a must!

Anyways.  Valentines day we get home from our commute to school and despite me letting them stay an hour and a half school, they still came in and got basketballs and went back outside.  I told them that wasn’t a good idea and to come in.  One minute OK.  The next minute.  I think I uh, hurt my finger.  The swelling was almost instant and my husband said we’ve got to take him in to be looked at.  We took him to urgent care and the MD on duty thought it was a really bad sprain.  Turns out it was a hairline fracture and needed a cast.  He left with a splinter.

OUCH!! Hairline fracture!
Splinter..prelude to the cast!

We were referred to The Orthopaedic Institute for Children in downtown LA.  We didn’t know anything about the OIC except that they specialize in bones and kids.  The radiologist said they wanted to make sure that no damage was done to his growth plate.   Growth plates in kids —areas of tissue that develop at the ends of long bones (e.g., fingers and toes, forearm, thigh bone).  Once a child finishes growing, the growth plate is replaced by solid bone.  Sounded scary but better to air on the side of caution and I agreed.  You didn’t need an appointment because you went back through there urgent care facility before they inform you on the decision to place a cast on him or not.  Turns out he had to get a cast.

      

My athlete was not happy about this.  He knew this meant no basketball.  This was difficult for him to accept.  We all reassured him that time would fly by.  What we didn’t plan for is the second trip to The Orthopaedic Institute within 48 hours to have the cast replaced.  You read that right. REPLACEMENT cast.  Bath number one went ok, the cast got only slightly wet.  We dried it off and kept it pushing.

Day two, well my guy pretended he was Michael Phelps and went for a swim in the tub.  This is a HUGE no no for cast.  I called OIC and they told me that they closed in 20 minutes, I couldn’t make it in that fast so we went in first thing the next morning.  They didn’t ask a lot of questions.  Instead they told my son that they would have to replace the cast.  They removed it in just under two minutes.  It was easy breezy and painless. Afterwards they let his skin dry out for a while and then proceeded to put on a new cast.  He got the closest color they had to a basketball and that was the sunshine in his day.

 

Regardless of it all, I am my brothers keeper.  These two melt my heart..most days:)

 

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