On Tuesday, I got a phone call from the school informing me that Ethan had broken his arm! The poor little guy had jumped off the twisty slide.He jumped near the bottom, but when he landed his elbow was bent back the other way and he had to flip it back in the right direction. Yikes! It still gives me chills to think about it.
After looking at x-rays, we found out he broke his arm just above the elbow. The hospital transferred us to Children's Hospital. He and I spent the night there. The following day he underwent surgery around 1:00 pm to insert 3 pins into the bone. He was so brave throughout the whole ordeal- he didn't cry once! He wanted a red cast- he can't wait for his friends to sign it.
To be honest, this was quite an emotionally/physically draining experience for Bob and me. We're so grateful my parents live near so they could take care of the other boys. We're also sooo grateful for your prayers! We felt such comfort, knowing it would be OK. I know Ethan felt comfort also.
The nurses were all suprised that this is our first broken bone in the Johnson clan, since we have 3 boys- let's just hope and pray there aren't many more to follow!