Heathen #3 entered the realms of the "broken bone" club at the Miller zoo in November. I'd spent the past summer thinking how lucky we've been at our house. It's been roughly three plus years since we've has any broken bones. It almost seemed strange to me. I always thought that was what boys did - break bones. We did have the short spell several years ago where either Tristan or Gavin had a cast for a period of three or four months straight. But other than that, the boys have been very resilient. We didn't even have too many skinned knees this past summer.
Well, on Saturday, November 11, 2007 around 11 o'clock, our luck ran out. Landon was sitting in his grandfather's truck with the door open. We were all standing around waiting to be able to start sorting scout popcorn. Tristan crawled past Landon into the truck - and swung the door shut. It was at that point that Landon started to cry.
I got the door open within just a few seconds and I held Landon while he cried. The tears only lasted about three minutes - which amazed me. He then announced that he was "aw wight" and asked to be put down. He was a little grouchy for the next few hours, but that seemed reasonable enough considering that he'd had his hand shut in a door!
I took him to the emergency room that night for x-rays. It wasn't slowing him down much, but it was starting to swell. And besides, with our schedule in life, that was the best time to take him. It would be a full week before Dan and I were both home at the same time.
Landon let them poke, prod, turn, x-ray and splint that broken finger with little more than a "it hurts." I've never seen so many adults apologize to a small child who wasn't crying. He was such a trooper about the whole ordeal. And he left the splint on and makes sure he knows where his tape was.
We did have to put a Spiderman band-aid on the other hand solely for decorative purposes. However, I think that was the least I could do for the poor kid. When I took him to daycare this morning, he made sure that he had his tape with him and that Miss Melissa knew how the splint was supposed to be taped on.
So much for a lack of broken bones in our house!
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