I recently enrolled myself in a hatha yoga class at the YMCA. I tried it out a couple times and really felt much better after the classes so last week, I went down to registration after class and decided to take the class til the end of August. So yesterday was my first paid class and I was really looking forward to it. With everything that’s been going on lately…this hour long yoga class is where I regroup. We had just finished practicing our deep breathing and I was feeling that great meditation hum in my body when I vaguely heard some outside noise. When you are in this state, it kind takes you a minute to reconnect. I guess someone was calling my name, but I didn’t hear them until she got to the “…JJ'” part. I looked over and saw panic on her face, quickly snapped out of it, and got up to walk towards her, clock behind her read 10:24a.m. when she said, “You’re gonna need your stuff.” It’s at this point I realize I’m barefoot still, so I grab my shoes and now she’s behind me and grabs my keys and my water. We get out in the hallway and she picks up pace towards the elevator, pushing the button quickly several times while she’s talking really fast about ..an accident….he’s hurt…broken.
“Excuse me? What?”
“He was playing and had an accident. He fell on his arm and we think it’s broken.”
My hand goes to mouth.
“You think it’s broken? Why, is he freaking out?” I thought maybe he was just really upset and they were basing this revelation on his reaction….
“No, he’s pretty calm and well, it’s broken…for sure.”
This was the slowest elevator ride from one floor to the next and when the doors opened on the bottom floor, there is a group of people standing around that parts and there’s JJ, laying in this woman’s arms, whimpering and holding his arm, which is covered in a towel with ice. I sit down on the floor next to him and rub his hair and tell him I’m there and that everything is going to be ok. The woman holding him is crying. She tells me she’s so sorry, tells me he was on an exercise ball and fell off ad caught himself wrong….she hands him over into my arms. They move the towel so I can see his arm and it’s so bad, I have to look away. It’s broken, no doubt about it. Where his forearm was straight, it know looks like someone tried to bend it in half. I start to tear up and have to remind myself not to upset him anymore. People are asking me questions….Who should they call?….What do I want to do with Baby Girl? Should they call an ambulance? My friend Andy’s voice was the only one I heard…because she wasn’t asking questions…she said Baby Girl would stay with her while I got it together. I told them to go ahead and call an ambulance, because as bad as his arm was, I didn’t think it would be safe to just put him in my car with me. Within a minute there was a man standing over me telling me he was with the squad and needed to see his arm. He rattles off a diagnosis to the other guy, “left arm, fracture of bone, deformity present…” I held him while they put a soft splint over his arm and wrapped it with gauze. I handed Andy my cell phone and told her to look for my Mom and to call her. The lady in charge of daycare at the Y said she found Dad’s number on our membership file but was getting voicemail. I gave her another number and told her not to let them transfer her, to say it was an emergency and to stay on the phone til she got him, which she did.
JJ wouldn’t go with the guys on the squad, so they carried my stuff while I carried him out of the Y in my arms to the ambulance. The squad crew was really nice to us. They even let JJ play some practical jokes on the driver and got us both laughing. The one guy even stayed with me at the hospital until Dad arrived. He told JJ before he left, that he worked Sunday and if he came up and showed him his cast, he would let him take a ride on the fire truck.
By this time, he was really pale, his lips were even white and I had to really advocate for him, which I thought was completely ridiculous. They wanted to wait for the doctor, and I told them their triage nurse could approve pain medication that they didn’t have to make him suffer in the meantime. He was really good when they put his IV in….didn’t even cry. In fact, aside from some anxiety, JJ was the bravest little guy during the whole thing. He hardly cried at all. He just kinda whimpered and held his arm. He listened to me and let me talk him through everything that was going on. They must have asked him a hundred times what had happened to him. He mentioned the ball everytime and falling off it, but one time he mentioned something about falling on the thing that “looked like a road.” The X-Ray showed that he broke both the radius and ulna (top and bottom). There was a crack almost all the way through both bones. So, they told us they would sedate him, manipulate the arm back to proper form and cast it BUT because the break was so bad, it had bent the bone and it might be possible that it could dislodge again, even in the cast, it might have to be manipulated again, or because of the way it broke….he might need to have orthopedic surgery. So, they took us all back to like a mini-operating room. They let us stay with him the whole time, which was kind of a mixed blessing, because when they sedated him he never shut his eyes, he just stopped talking and was staring straight ahead…and that just didn’t sit well with me. Seeing your child like this is like your worst nightmare. We also watched as they popped his arm back in, which sounded really gross, but it did go right back. The doctor said it was the easiest one he’s ever done and when they x-rayed it before casting, you couldn’t even see where the break was. I’m hoping this is a good sign and maybe it will heal up all on it’s own without the peanut being put through anymore stuff. As they were casting his arm, he started to wake a little and whined and whimpered, which was hard to take. But I went and stood by him and stroked his hair and kept reassuring him. He kept asking “Is this a dream?” and the doctor explained that even though he was still partially sedated and it probably felt like a dream to him. And at 4:30, we were discharged.
We had to go back to the Y to get my car and so I took JJ inside to see if he could show me where all this had happened. I don’t want to sue or anything, but I would like to know what happened and I certainly don’t want it to happen to anybody else. They had been in the gymnastics center, on the padded floor mats playing, which makes just rolling off a ball and breaking your arm in half even more absurd. But, I did notice that there was a small balance beam, that had lines going down the middle that “looked like a road.” I don’t know….might not ever know because i’m sure the Y is gonna do their best to protect themselves.
But, really I’m just thankful it wasn’t any worse. It could’ve been a lot worse. And JJ is handling the whole thing beautifully. I’m very proud of the way he’s handled himself.
Now back to tending to his every little whim….