Mason and his Casts

It has been six (long) weeks since Mason broke his arms. Last week we went to the doctor to have his casts removed. We were all very excited to have them off (it is a toss-up as to who was more excited).

And, as in life, nothing ever goes quite as planned. As the nurse was removing Mason's cast on his left arm, she said, "uh, can you come here and look at this?". Never a good sign. Mason had managed to lodge a piece of rubber mulch (from his playground at school ... you know, the one we said he shouldn't be playing on because he had two broken arms? Yeah, that one) underneath his cast. Apparently, it had been there for three or four weeks and had opened a sizable wound (in which is was resting comfortably). So, she pulled it out with a pair of tweezers and dressed it.

Downstairs for X-rays and back up to see the doctor and hear the results. Right arm: good to go. Left arm: No so much. Punxatauny ulna didn't see his shadow so it's four more weeks in a splint as the bones continue to heal.