Yikes!

So Mason broke his arm a few weeks ago.  This is how it went down:

Our bedroom was under construction for awhile, which meant that we were temporarily sleeping in the loft family room.  Which meant that our mattress was on the floor.  Which meant that it became a trampoline by day.  And, fortunately for the kids, the sectional surrounded it on two sides, which was perfect for launching off of onto the mattress!

One typical day during this time period, there was WWE, or something like it, taking place on the "trampoline".  Sometimes I told them to settle down.  But I must not have meant it, because I didn't, like, make them actually stop or anything.  So, as expected, Mason came to me crying about his arm hurting.  I gave him plenty of sympathy, as well as the requisite "this is what happens when..." speech.  He was very sad and really wanted me to rush him to the doctor and get an x-ray.  He really wanted to see his bones.  I assured him that if it still hurt tomorrow (or the next day...or the next) we would bring him to the doctor.  Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, he was off and running again.  And about 20 minutes later, he had launched himself onto the mattress again and hurt his arm again.  {repeat}

So anyway, for the next 7 or 8 or 10 days he seemed totally fine, except for a few time each day when he'd complain of it hurting. At first, we thought it was his wrist, and figured it was sprained.  We were also thinking a little about the time when Lily jumped off the monkey bars, was  not able to walk at all for two days, and after xrays, had only a bone bruise, which just heals over time.  

Finally, we decided to bring him to the doctor because:

1) he is historically our kid whom we assume nothing is wrong, but when we finally bring him in, something actually is wrong.
2) we realized he was complaining of a spot above his wrist, not the wrist itself.
3) his teacher told us to.

So, the boy was thrilled to go to the doctor and even more thrilled to get an x-ray and even more thrilled to find out that he had indeed broken a bone in his arm and needed a cast!  It really was an exciting visit to the doctor :).  

A few days ago, after three weeks, he had it removed.  His bone is making a great recovery, he's happy to be able to bend his wrist again, and I'm happy to not have to police his {very occasional} baths/dirt involvement/crayfish hunting/etc.  All in all, it was a wonderfully not-traumatic first break in the family :) .