Fractured growth plate in the elbow.
That's the official word on Eli's arm. We took him in for an MRI on Tuesday. In order for him to remain still during the procedure he had to be sedated. Eli was fine for most of the MRI prep, up until it was time to lay him on the table and give him the mask with the gas. I don't care who you are, or how well prepared you think you are, but having to physically restrain your child while they're screaming and thrashing is heart-wrenching.
Mike and I left our son in good hands and spent the next hour waiting. When they finally came to get us, only one of us was allowed back with him. I rushed back to Eli's bed, anxious to hold him and console him. I was lucky enough to have a couple of friends who had been through similar situations prepare me for what Eli would be like when he was coming out of anesthesia. Again, you think you are ready for anything, but seeing my little man delirious, inconsolable, kicking and head-butting? Heart-breaking. Nothing helped – not me, not Mike, not even his beloved Rita. After 30 minutes we were finally able to get him still enough to drink some juice and he slowly calmed down enough for us to get him dressed and in the stroller. Once he realized that he was about to break out of that joint, he was much more cooperative. In his own words, he was "all done doctor."
We spent the rest of the day snuggling together on the couch, both of us glad to be at home with the other as close as possible.
Later that evening we got the call from our specialist. Eli has a fractured growth plate in his elbow. He's to wear the cast he got last Monday for 4 weeks. After that he'll get a new cast, which he'll wear for an additional 2 weeks. We're to go back to the office next week for x-rays to see how things are healing.
He's been a trooper with the cast. He's not too keen on using the injured arm for much of anything yet, but he'll try just about anything one-handed. He even attempted to ride his balance bike yesterday. If he's anything like his mother, he'll milk this injury for all it's worth.
On the flip side, we have one very sorry sister. When we told her that Eli's arm was broken, she was distraught. "Has anyone ever done this to their brother before?" she asked. Mike and I don't have any experience with this – he's an only child and by the time I was born my siblings were old enough to know better, so I'd love your help with this one. If you have a sibling-on-sibling-smack-down story to share, please do so in the comments. Because, how does that saying go?
"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. And then it's hilarious."
We could use a little of the funny around here.