That doesn't look right...

Yesterday was certainly an adventure. Let me say, this is some story, and it will be told from my perspective. To paint you into my story, know that I worked all night Friday night and had slept a little over 2 hours Saturday morning when this all started. Now here we go.

My parents were over seeing the boys. They had some shopping to do up here in the big city and stopped by to drop off some new curtains for the boy's room. I woke to my dad installing new curtain rods in the boy's room for the new curtains. We were talking, the boys were running in and out, and I was just about ready to turn back in for the rest of the afternoon, as I had to work again that evening.

As I was chatting and ready to go back into my bedroom, I heard the boys playing in the bonus room. They were both laughing and having a good time, so I said to let them be, they're just being boys. Famous last words... next thing I hear one of them fall and Gray crying, so obviously we have a man down. Since it's not like Gray to cry unless he hurts pretty bad, I trotted in pretty quick to see him. That's when things got crazy.

When I walked in I saw Gray standing still and bawling, his right arm hanging to his side. I thought that was odd, since he usually holds his face when he cries, but he was standing facing in a way that made me think he bumped his head. Pretty typical stuff for either one of the boys. I asked him what hurts and he just kept crying, so I turned him where I could look him in the eye, give him a once over, calm him down and send him on his way. That is when I saw it.

Anybody remember Joe Theisman's leg? What I saw might not have been that bad, but I promise it was close. Gray's right arm, hanging by his side, the lower half bent into an 'S' shape. I scooped him up to immobilize him, threw a blanket over him to prevent shock, and asked Shelly to call the ambulance. Still completely groggy and trying to sort all of this out, I headed downstairs thinking of all sort of strange things; "will they straighten it out ok, will he need surgery, how do I handle the hospital situation (HCA does not have a children's unit in Nashville), will he ever play ball, will he be able to play a musical instrument?" The main thing I thought of was getting this little baby of mine well, now.

Shelly and Gray boarded the ambulance and I followed close behind. Once at the hospital things really get fuzzy, the adrenaline wore off and I got even more fogged. All I know is we had to wait forever. Reason for the wait, they were going to have to put my little chief to sleep so they could set his arm. Gray ate just before the accident, so there was no way they were putting him out with food in his stomach. The wait was on.

Gray was a champ. He waited calmly, watching lots of cartoons and smiling a lot. He was such a big boy, I couldn't have been more proud of him. We waited and waited, and finally a little after 8 last night they put him out and set his arm. He did beautifully. On a side note, as the ED docs were getting him to go to sleep he told them all about Duffer and gave them all a big 'Go Gators' as his last words before he was asleep. That's Daddy's Boy!

The docs did a great job and got him set and in a had splint. Both bones in Gray's lower arm were displaced, but they got them back together nicely. We'll have to go visit the doctors later this week to see how he's healing and maybe move from a splint to a cast. Needless to say, yesterday was interesting.

-Andy