About 45 minutes later.. there is a bang bang on the front door. I go to open it and it's my son. The minute he see's me, he starts to cry. "Mom, I hurt my arm.. Alex landed on it when he tackled me."
It was starting to swell - so his Dad put ice on it.
Fast Forward 2 hours... The conversation goes something like this:
Mom: I think I should take him in
Dad: No.. it's not broke, he can move his fingers and wrist.. he's fine
Mom: Just because he can move fingers doesn't mean it's not broke
Dad: Trust me.. I've seen these kinds of things.. It's not broke
Mom: I think it's broke
Dad: It's not broke
Mom: I'm going to error on the side of caution. I'm taking him in.
Fast Foward an hour - We have a confirmed broken Radius in the forearm. His Right arm.. and he's Right handed.
This is just the splint - he will be getting his cast Monday morning.
In the eyes of a boy.. that's one awesome Trophy!!
Lesson Learned: Never ignore a Mother's Instinct!!!!Pin It