Today was the Cub Mobile race at the capitol, where Cub Scouts get to race in the cars they built. After we got checked in, there was quite a long wait for the races to start. While we were waiting, Dylan and some other boys were climbing some small trees and dropping down to the ground, a drop of about 6-7 feet.
I didn't see it happen, but he must have miscalculated somehow, and he fell out of the tree to the grass below. When I saw him crying and holding his right arm, I suspected something pretty serious had happened because he has a high tolerance for pain and doesn't complain until it's pretty bad. I examined him as best I can as a non-medical person and found that he was very tender on the sides of his wrist. He could also not twist his arm or make a fist.
I waited about 15 minutes to see if he would snap out of it. When he didn't, I decided to take him to the emergency room. It was pretty quiet down there, so we got in fast. The x-ray showed that his arm is broken! They sent him home with a Velcro cast, and we will see an orthopedic doc tomorrow to determine if he'll need a plaster cast and for how long.
I was actually proud of how calm I stayed through the whole thing; however, I did have a small breakdown when we got home and I could relax. I was beating myself up about letting him climb that tree, but then I thought, eight year old boys are supposed to climb trees, right?
Here's a funny side-bar: the ER doc was a drummer friend of Brad's, the ER nurse was one of my former JFK moms, and the ER nurse practitioner was a dancer whom I had coached on Centahnas. Her daughter is also a second-grader at Northridge, and I think I talked her into signing up for Just For Kix next year.
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