Then, two days ago, our 11 year old son took the dog for a walk in the woods. He does this everyday.  There's a little brook out behind our house and he just loves to go and explore it. This time, as he was crossing it, he slipped and fell, landing with his left hand on another rock. He managed to get himself to the door and rang the doorbell than sat down at the picnic table. I could tell immediately that it was going to require an E.R. visit.

      I called DH who was out on a job just to let him know what was going on. Then I called my parents who live right next door to see if  DD8 and DS5 could come over while I took him to the hospital. When we got to the Emergency Room, we only had to wait about 5 minutes before they took him in to be seen. In that five minutes my wonderful husband showed up. He said he had a feeling that it was more than just a sprain and thought he should be there too.

      The x-ray confirmed that he had broken both wrist bones and they were at an angle so the doctor was going to have to set them before he could cast them. DS11 was so brave through the whole thing. The pain was very obvious in his features but not in his actions. He remained calm, though his body was shaking from the pain.

      The whole process of setting the bones only took about ten minutes. They gave him some anesthesia, sent us out of the room and called us back in within just a few minutes and already had the arm in a full arm cast. by Friday morning there was a lot of swelling so we had to go back to the doctors and have them split the cast up both sides to make more room.

      Other than that, the worst thing about the whole broken wrist is that he's had to quit soccer for the rest of the season. He is very disappointed about that. We did go to their game today and watch about half of it before he decided his arm was hurting too much and he wanted to go home. I think he was sad about not being able to play.