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.
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!"
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