Broken/Not Broken Arm

A couple of weeks ago, Oliver fell off of our couch. He landed on his head on our rock floor. It seriously scared me almost to death. I couldn't breath! Enoc had to go scoop him up because I was too afraid of what I would see! Apparently I'm not all that great in a crisis. He was okay, but he was screaming every last ounce of breath he had out of those lungs. We were afraid he might have a concussion. After he calmed down, he jumped up like nothing had happened and went straight back to his toys. But when I picked him up, he started screaming like a banshee again and clutched his arm. That's when we noticed it. We were so worried about his head that we hadn't noticed that his left wrist was double it's normal size!

We immediately took him to the InstaCare down the street. He was x-rayed and checked for signs of concussion (he did a little dance for the doctor when she wanted to see him walk, so she decided he was just fine in the head department!). The x-ray showed what looked like a hairline fracture in Oliver's left wrist, so he was casted up to his elbow. Oliver loved getting the cast put on. He laughed the whole time. I think he's so proud to be a rough-and-tumble boy - showing off his battle wounds!

They asked us to come back in two days to be rechecked and for a more permanent cast to be put on his arm. When we returned, they decided his arm wasn't broken after all, merely sprained. So we were able to come home cast free! Kinda weird, but I'm just thankful he's okay and we don't have to deal with a casted arm!

But this is the only picture we got of him with his cute little cast. You can barely notice that his little left arm has a cast on it. We thought we'd have several months to be snapping pictures!