Well, it was likely to happen eventually.
And it will probably happen again. And again.
Poor Elliott broke two bones in his arm when he "fell" out of his crib about a month ago. We were engaged in a battle for a much needed nap and after escaping safely from his crib two times (and promptly returned), I think that he must have just thrown himself out head first in rebellion and landed on his forearms. I knew it was bad based on the sound that I heard from the other room and when I got to him, his arm was bent in a place that proooobably shouldn't bend. In typical Elliott fashion, he only cried for a few minutes and I even began to think that maybe I was just over-reacting. The whole ER experience was, well, amazing as far as ER visits go... especially considering the fact that I had to wake Oliver up from his nap and drag him along with me to the hospital and wait there for about 2 hours before a friend was able to come and pick him up (Thank you Jenn Rogge!!!).
In the last 4 weeks that he has had on his cast, Elliott has only asked/gestured to take it off one time. He seems to not even notice that it is there- which is actually not as nice as one would think: In the mind of an 18 month old boy, there is NO SUCH THING as slow, slowing down, being careful, taking it easy or anything else that would imply intentional caution. He just goes about his life as normal, jumping off of things, running after things, wrestling with Brother, swinging on swings, bouncing on trampolines and even trying to ride his bike or scooter. But now he is off balance and has only one arm to break a fall if he is going down, which he does all the time. When I was getting his real cast placed, I asked the lady how strong these casts were because he falls a lot and she looked at me very seriously and said, "Oh, don't let him fall!" I nodded to her but in my head I was thinking, OK Lady...obviously, you have never had a toddler!!
Thankfully, we only have a few more days left before we get this cast off and I cannot wait! Although, I must admit, with his happy-to-be-alive attitude and perpetual peanut-butter-and-jelly-face and huge green cast, he is quite a sight to see. I am glad that he does not seem like he is in pain, but it has been TORTURE not to be able to get his cast wet. I had no idea how much of our daily life revolves around water...especially during the summer in Davis. No hose, no bath, no sprinklers and sadly, no pooooooool!!! What is a mother of 2 little boys supposed to do?!! And of course, it has curbed Ollie's water play too since it wouldn't be fair to let Oliver play in the pool in front of poor Elliott. We have tried plastic bags and even fancy "cast bags" but all without success- we have even had to replace his cast once already after Elliott threw himself into the lake along with a rock he was throwing from the edge....I am telling you, it is impossible to follow all the rules with this thing!! I cannot wait for it to be over and take my baby to the beach and let him get wet and sandy and dirty to his heart's content. Now that will be a sight to see!
(And for those of you who are concerned, he is no longer sleeping in the crib and has officially graduated to a big boy bed....which is kind of exciting because it is now available for our new baby in a few short months!!)
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