Nursemaid elbow

Most everyone knows, I have one wild and crazy boy! Drew has had stitches, cuts, bruises, and more black eyes than I can count or remember- and we thought we were adding broken arm to the list. Thankfully- it was not a broken arm, but nursemaid elbow (aka: elbow out of joint- medical terminology- radial head was out of socket- mom terminolgy- lots of screaming/no fun!).

We got a call from Mrs. Barbara saying she thought Drew had broken his arm. He was playing on the back deck and ran into a chair. He was holding his arm across his chest and would not let her touch his arm.

So......we stopped by Dr. Zant's office first and then to the hospital for "pictures" or x-rays. He wouldn't let Dr. Zant touch his arm either- so we went to get some pictures before we tried to move his arm too much. Morgan Memorial was GREAT! This was one of the times I was so thankful for a small hospital. We went back quickly and got lots of help from friends- even a sly headshake no (sign language for not broken) from our x-ray department friends. Thank you Jesus!

Since we had the "preliminary" not broken, Dr. Zant asked Drew if he could look at his arm. After some screaming and crying to just straighten the arm- Dr. Zant could tell that his radial head was out of joint. Dr. Zant worked his magic and "popped" Drew's arm back in place. He had instant relief. Drew went home for the rest of the day with Grandy and Grammy (they brought all his favorites for lunch to the doctors office). As I was telling Drew bye, he gave me a BIG hug and said, "Look mommy- my arm is all better". He had stretched his arms out in front of him. It is easy to forget how things that seem so small- like stretching our arms out- are sooo good. It was also a Great hug- a "I'm all better mommy" hug, thankful for no cast, God is good hug!