Evan broke his arm in a freak accident at soccer practice on May 15th. John was in NYC, so I was juggling the two kids activities. I had literally just dropped Evan off and I came home to help Luke with some homework. A call came through my watch but I ignored it because 1. I was in the bathroom and 2. I didn't recognize the number.
When I got done I noticed they left me a voicemail. It went something like this. "Hey, Amanda. This is Coach. Evan injured his wrist and it looks like he might have even broken it. We are going to take him to the hospital so just let me know if you have a preference which one."
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So I (of course) immediately call him back and say bring him to me. He said, I really think he needs to go straight to the ER. I argued and said, I want to see him first. You see, Evan is our 'excitable one'. This is the description my dad used to use to describe me. I used to not understand why because wasn't everyone excitable. Well, now I get it. I thought maybe his wrist was just sprained and we could rub some dirt on it. Well, when the coach got to my house, I took one look and it was definitely broken. His arm made an 'S" shape. It was disgusting.
I went into total go-mom mode. Thank God for amazing neighbors who are friends and Gran. I basically threw my youngest son into my neighbor's house while shouting "Evan broke his wrist...I'm going to the hospital." She didn't ask any questions...took Luke without thought. I called mom on the way and she said, "I'm on my way."
It was so bad that when got to the ER we were basically ushered straight back. We had nurses and doctors in our room within minutes. The doctor (Dr. Campfield - I won't ever forget his name), took one look and said, "You have definitely broken both bones. We are going to get you something for the pain right away."
After some morphine, he was feeling a little better. It was very difficult on everyone before that morphine kicked in.
Apparently, the coach (that called) was kicking the ball for Evan to block. Evan was playing keeper. The ball hit him at just the right speed in just the right spot to break two bones. His tibia fractured (greenstick fracture) and his ulna had a buckle fracture. The tibia was literally in a V shape.
They reduced it (which I learned meant the forced it back in place) and put him in a big ole honkin' cast. He was pretty high on ketamine, so he picked pink for the outer wrap. Lol. He's always liked pink, but the next day he said, "That must have been some good morphine for me to pick this color."
The nurses warned me kids coming off ketamine could be really emotional. I had experienced Evan coming off some strong drugs in September when he got his teeth pulled. That experience did make him emotional. He cried and cried over wanting Zaxby's. This time he was NOT sad. He was happy and TALKATIVE. He literally did not stop talking for 45 minutes. There were so. many. words. Toward the end of the night, nurses were coming by just to hear what he had to say.
We got home around midnight (again, thank God for Gran). By this point, he had started feeling bad. He mumbled something to my mom and crashed in my bed. I was thankful he wanted to sleep with me because I really wanted to keep on eye on him.
The cast has been challenging more for me than him. He's taking it like a trooper. He's had cast after cast after cast. I never knew there could be so many casts! Because of his break, he has to keep the casts above the elbow, but thankfully each one has gotten a little shorter. We are PRAYING the cast comes off July 1 so he can be free from it when we go to the beach!
