The next hour was a whirl. Nurses asking for ID and insurance cards (like I really want to think about that now), calling my husband to tell break the news, talking to doctors that don’t know enough about pediatric orthopedics to make the conversation worth while. There was talk of surgery, pins, and casts. They put in an IV and gave him meds for the pain. They missed the first time, then decided to change hands. Uhh. I wanted to scream, “This is my baby! Think first! Be careful! Can’t you see this hurts him!” We waited to be admitted to the hospital and talk to the orthopedic surgeon who would set his leg. They splinted his leg to make him more comfortable. He sat up, legs bent like a little frog. He asked me to sing to him, “Twinkle Star again” he said in his soft pained voice. So I did. It was all I could do.
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