When my son was three years old, he took a morning gymnastics class at a place called My Gym. It was a drop-off supervised class, but I tended to hang out and chat with moms, many of whom were at my son’s preschool. The gymnastic teachers were setting up for the next activity when my son who was on a play structure, walked onto a large yoga ball, attempted to “ball walk” like he’d seen a bear do in a cartoon.
My stoic little boy was a trooper during his broken arm surgery.
He fell off the ball, screamed, and turned white as a ghost. I rushed him to the emergency room of our local hospital and they found that he had broken his arm in three places near the elbow but even more worrisome, near his growth plates. They put us on an ambulance — no sirens — to Massachusetts General Hospital where they had pediatric orthopedic surgeons there capable to doing this delicate surgery.
It was scary for my son. He had to go through a second set of painful x-rays. The surgery that to occur later that afternoon so he was not allowed to eat or drink anything. Through it all, he remained stoic and patient. The nurses and doctors were amazed.
Even a broken arm from gymnastics does not deter him from more activity! Read more…