After we got put to bed, Quinn and I were playing around. I was in my crib and I stuck my hand through the slats and next thing you know, my arm was hurting. Quinn got me an ice pack, but it didn't quite help. I cried a little bit, but when Mommy came to check on me, I was just whining and went right to sleep. The next day I was holding my right arm funny and not using it. I couldn't hold things with it or use it to push myself up off the floor. I never cried much about it, no screaming, just a bit of whining.
So we went to the doctor who sent us to the pediatric orthopedist. The doctor noticed I winced when he bent my arm certain ways so he took some pictures of the bones. Here I am at the doctor waiting for the x-rays.You can kind of see how I'm holding my right arm out a little. And I'm using my left hand to play, not my usual right.
Turns out I broke the radial head, which is right at the end where it bends at the elbow. Mommy said I was a trooper, whatever that is.
I sat really still to get my cast on and was enthralled with the process. I only have to wear it for two weeks since I'm going to heal so fast. We had to take my shirt off to put the cast on and couldn't fit it back on, so I went home in just my diaper. Nobody minded.
It was a really long day; I fell asleep before we got out of the doctor's parking lot.
I'm getting used to having my cast on (although I try and pull at it to get Mommy to take it off). The cast is really hard and Quinn has gotten more than one bonk on the head. He's been extra nice to me. Well, he was for the first few minutes.
Most of the time, I don't even notice that I have a cast on. I'm definitely not in any pain, just a bit uncomfortable carrying this extra weight around.
Before you know it, I'll be back to my usual happy, smiling, climbing self. Wish me quick healing!
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