A bike, a boy and a broken arm.

A few weeks ago, (actually the day before Max died) TC was chasing Max on his bike when he crashed and broke his arm. I think, from what he told us, the brakes stuck on his bike and he flipped over the top. He landed on the top part of his wrist. He snapped both bones just above the wrist.

Here he is after going to the Insta-Care. He had just a brace on at this point. (pictures are so small because they are off my phone)

The bone was at about a 30* angle so the doctor decided he needed to straighten it out so that he wouldn't have a permanent curve and bump on his arm. In order to fix it TC had to have "surgery." There was no incisions, he just had to sleep while the Dr snapped it back into place. He woke up with a glow- in- the -dark cast and had all the kids (girls) at school sign it.

Todd took the picture of him at the surgical center, but I haven't got it off his phone yet, the above picture is him just after we got home. He is recovering well. He had a little pain for a few days but did great. He got his glow-in-the-dark cast off a week ago and it was replaced with a bright yellow one.

He will get that cast off in 1 week if everything is all healed. He can't wait! The hardest part of the whole thing for him is that he can't play the drums. He really misses it. I can't wait until he gets it off and he can wash is hand again :-)

I thought our record for having so many boys was pretty good. 1 set of stitches and 2 broken bones...but that has been shattered over the past 6 months. I sure hope that it's not a sign of what's to come. Guess you can expect as much with 5 boys running around all the time!