Monday, May 14, 2012

Adoption: Nemo and His Latest Stunt


This marks a first for me and my family.  Nemo was jumping on the trampoline last Thursday and broke one of our rules and ended up breaking his arm.  The rule that Nemo broke is that when you are exiting off the trampoline you need to stop jumping and get off.  We had a gathering of people at our house that day.  Kids were unaware of the rules we had in place. Instead of Nemo letting them know the rules he joined in like there were no rules at all.  He was doing what all the other kids were doing. Nemo decided run and jump and throw himself head first with arms sticking out off the trampoline.  He is very capable of following directions the question is....is he going to follow the direction you have set or is he going to do what He wants.  It is usually the latter.



He comes running in the house holding his wrist in pain saying that he can't feel his fingers.  He also started to go into a hot sweat.  We had him sit down while I hurried and got some ice.  I knew that he really did hurt himself and we were going to have to leave to the emergency room. 



Once we get him in the car and on our way he was starting to calm down.  Half way there he started laughing and making jokes.  I started to think "is he really hurt?"  I kept thinking back to the hot sweats, the panic and the pain he was in coming into the house.  Of course he was hurt! Out of 6 of my kids none of them have broken any bones until this day.  I was not expecting the laughing and the joking on the way to the emergency room. 



Over the past year Nemo has gotten hurt but he made it much bigger than what it was because he wanted attention.  Seeing his sister go through knee surgery and the attention she was getting he was a little jealous.  At least we were on our way to the hospital and there would be X-rays to help with the diagnosis.  While he was joking I thought maybe he just jammed it or dislocated it.  Anyway -- My mind was going from this thought to that thought.  If only I could just trust what he was telling me.  I felt almost guilty for not believing him and second guessing everything.



While we were in the waiting room he kept asking me "Mom, are worried for me?" I would reply "I am concerned but I know you will be okay."  Just then a little girl came into the emergency room.  She could hardly breath.  She had been kicked in the chest in her karate class.  Nemo noticed the absolute concern on my face for this poor little struggling girl.  He said "Mom, why are you so worried for her but your not worried for me?" I explained to him that he is not in dyer pain right now.  He is telling jokes.  I know he will be okay.  Just then a little boy came in the emergency room with his head split open.  Blood was all over his shirt.  Nemo looked at me "Mom, why are so worried for him and not for me?"  All the time in the emergency room I felt like I was being tested by this 12 year old boy.  I was being analyzed at every turn.



Nemo gets so much attention from us but it was so evident that he was attention deprived.  I asked him "are you wanting attention?" He said "yes, I like attention.  I like it when people are concerned about me. I like it when your worried for me, I like it when people do things for me."  Well at least he was being honest with me about that.

They called us back after waiting for about 1 1/2 hours.  They were going to take X-rays.  Of course they couldn't tell us anything.  They took us back into the waiting room so we can wait another hour.  This was a horrible day to come to the emergency room.



We finally got called back to the room.  The nurse came in and said "well I have good news and I have bad news.  The bad news is his arm is defiantly broken, the good news is that if your gonna have a break this is where you want it".  I was so relieved that he was being honest with me.  I was so happy that I did take him to the emergency room.  He has lied to me so many times about the extent of pain he is in that it is just a hard call on when to take him serious.  Its like the boy who cried wolf. 

 Poor Nemo!! Him and his broken arm.
The nurse comes back in with all of her stuff to put on a temporary cast.  He was so excited about getting a cast.  I took a picture of him once it is on.  His immediate question is "are you gonna put it on Facebook?"  I thought this boy was gonna split a lip he was so happy.  The Dr warned him that "just wait -- you are gonna be miserable!" 


 Poor Nemo! Give it a week or so.



He will have his cast on for one month or so.  Sad thing is we are going to family camp at the coast in about 2 weeks.  I will keep you posted.


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