All Better

This is kind of old news now, but I wanted to put these pictures in just so I have them somewhere more permanent than my camera.

The week before Halloween I was standing at the stove cooking dinner when I heard a thud behind me. I turned out to discover that Nathan had climbed up on a step stool and then proceeded to fall off. Apparently he put his hands out to catch himself because he started to scream and hold onto his right wrist, which immediately swelled up and turned red -- clearly not the usual fall-down-and-get-right-back-up-and-go-play. Luckily, a friend in our ward happens to be a physicians assistant at the only hand clinic in the area and he told us to bring Nathan right over and he would have a look. He confirmed that Nathan's wrist was broken and happened to have the materials on hand to make a splint just Nathan's size to stabilize it until we could take him to our doctor the next morning.
The x-rays showed that both bones in his forearm were broken at the wrist -- poor little guy! So Dr. Holmes (Oh, how we love Dr. Holmes!) put a cast on and all was well.
But wait! The store doesn't end there! Almost exactly two weeks later while I was gone getting my hair cut, Quinn was cooking dinner and the kids were sitting on chairs in the dining room watching Doc McStuffins on Quinn's laptop. Quinn looked over just in time to see Nathan stand up on his chair, inexplicably put one leg over the arm, and topple off the side. Again: scream, grab other wrist. This time Quinn went ahead and just took him to urgent care, and sure enough his left wrist was broken and they put it in a splint.
The next morning, back at Dr. Holmes' office as he was putting a cast on Nathan's other arm, he said, "It's a good thing I know and love you guys and I don't have to call CPS. You're probably lucky that the urgent care staff didn't call CPS. I had a patient who was holding her baby and accidentally fell down the stairs with him and broke his femur. When they took him to the ER the Dr. called CPS because he thought she was lying about the fall and that it was really a case of child abuse, so they took the baby away from her and it took her almost a year to get him back." Um....freak me out!!!
So here is Nathan with both his little arms in casts.

Luckily, kids heal super fast and he was able to get both casts off after just a few weeks, which made bath time, meal time, and play time a LOT easier. On the other hand, the second he got those babies off he was looking for new things to climb up on, as you can see from the picture.

So I'm learning -- boys (at least my Nathan) are a little more reckless than girls (at least my Caitlyn, who was always pretty careful even though she loved to play and run and jump and climb as much as the next kid). And now I'm paranoid because I'm so worried that he's going to embark on some new adventure that will result in another broken bone, and this time someone's going to call CPS for sure and he'll be taken away from me for a year!!!

Ah, parenthood.