5 hours after my marathon...

When we came home from our race on Saturday afternoon, Kelly and I saw some of our kids at the park where the HOA was sponsoring a Fall Fling- complete with cotton candy, popcorn, sno cones, and a giant inflatable slide. Without even asking about my race, Ethan started to beg me to come to the park so he could go on the slide- it required a parent's permission. It took an hour but I gave in and we headed over.

By the time I got there, no one was monitoring the slide anymore and it had turned into a free-for-all. Ethan's 3rd time down, he tried to be like the big kids and go forward on his stomach, but he got bounced and had to catch himself at the bottom of the slide. So, seven minutes after arriving at the park, I was already holding a crying boy and hoping his arm was not actually broken.

We came home and iced it- as well as any 5 year old lets you ice their injuries. Then he fell asleep- a bad sign! And I had this nagging feeling- mostly inspired by two previous broken arms that I did not believe were broken. (The first was Ethan's (other arm) when he was just over a year old. The second was Emily's- also from an inflatable slide accident!) I woke him up and we went to InstaCare where the tech took six x-rays and confirmed that BOTH bones in his left arm are broken!

They put on a splint and sent us home to wait for some swelling to go down. Yesterday (Monday) we went to our regular doctor's office to put on a hard cast. Today, we went back to the office IN PROVO to have them trim the cast because it was cutting into Ethan's thumb.

Ethan hates it- he finds no glory or fame in having a blue cast on his arm and we still have at least 6 weeks. sigh.

Note to self: no more inflatable rides.

{This is the only picture I have of Ethan's doctor visits. I blame my fatigue because I had my camera in my purse, I was just too tired to remember to take it out! Dang it!}