Today, Lil'Bro had his first visit to the ER. It was extremely mellow for an ER visit so I'll take it! Nothing is broken - no blood - everyone is whole and alive. It was actually very undramatic. Very not me. But very Lil'Bro.
Here is a game NOT to play with your kids: any kind of tug-o-war where your kid is the rope. Ok, all you perfect parents get the laughter and judgement out of the way now. Pokemon Boy and I had been playing a game where lazy mom (that would be me) was laying on the couch under a nice warm blanket. Pokemon Boy would pull on my hand as hard as he could and I would eventually let his hand go and he'd go flying onto the other couch. Great fun! Well, Lil'Bro wanted a go. So I did it with him a couple of times to great laughter. Then, Pokemon Boy pulled on the other side of Lil'Bro. When I let go of Lil'Bro, BOTH boys went flying onto the other couch. Even better! The 3rd time we tried it, however, I felt a pop in Lil'Bro's right arm and he was in pain. Stupidly, I assumed it was just a pop that meant "ow" but nothing more. So I wiggled his arm around to show him it was fine (it wasn't) and lifted it to my face to cover it in kisses (which hurt him).
When I saw that his pain was not stopping, I decided to use the health insurance I still have for the month and take him to the ER. One of the reasons I picked this house is because we're spitting distance from a great hospital. And two spits away from yet another. It's the kind of perk you hope you won't be using a lot.
I called mom, asked her if she would come hang with Pokemon Boy, and got the very pained Lil'Bro ready to go. The poor kid. I had to lift him into the car because he couldn't use his arm to get in. I had to buckle him, etc. We drove the short spit to the ER and were seen immediately (we just got in after a very busy period so they were empty!).
As it turns out, there are a myriad of other stupid parents like me out there who regularly pop their kids' arms out of socket. Most kids are younger and get dislocated arms from the innocent swinging between two parents while walking or being swung around in circles by the hands. Good stuff which we all do. Apparently, even the tug-o-war fashion in which Lil'Bro got his dislocation is more common than one would think. They even have a name for this kind of dislocation: Nursemaid's Elbow. Which begs the question: Were nursemaids always swinging kids in fun or where they always dragging them around by the arm in frustration? The nurse and I didn't find an answer to that one. But it was fun musing on the subject.
Lil'Bro is insanely brave. Let me tell you, if I ever have to have my arm popped back into place? Knock me out. Just dope me up. That was AWFUL!!! He cried and kept saying, "Please stop now!" over and over. I probably would have screamed and kicked someone. But he just cried and held onto Buddy (his stuffed dog) with the other hand. After the doc got it popped back in, he asked Lil'Bro, "Are you mad at me?" He shook his head no as he wiped tears. "Not even a little bit mad? It's ok if you're mad. I would be a little mad." Still no. What a good kid!
They wanted to keep him for about 20 minutes to see if he could get it moving. If not, they'd x-ray him. After about 10 minutes, the nurse came in with 5 different colored lollipops and made him pick with his hurt arm. He tentatively reached for a green lollipop and just kept getting better from there. She unwrapped it for him and then gave him a walking tour of the ER. We showed him the room Grandpa (my dad) had been in last year around this time. He was very impressed with the size of the room and had to walk the whole perimeter to check it out. After his little tour, his arm was fully functional and he was swinging it around and shaking hands. So they let us go before the 20 minutes were done. YAY!
Lil'Bro and Buddy in his ER room:
Lil'Bro picking a lolli from the nurse:
Lil'Bro and his green lolli:
As I signed the papers that basically said, "Your kid is not a tug-o-war rope, you dolt, and you have to pay a $50 copay just so you remember that" I heard Lil'Bro ask the nurse, "Can I get a lollipop to bring to my brother?" Dude, seriously! The nurse was impressed. I was impressed. Pokemon Boy was impressed when we walked in with a red lollipop for him. Lil'Bro rocks on so many levels it's just ridiculous.