Poor Ryan

Every year we have some kind of drama. This year it happened to Ryan.

Wednesday night he was jumping on the trampoline with Paul and Brayden while I was watering the garden. There was no crazy jumping, just having fun. I also want to mention that we have had our trampoline for 5 1/2 years and have not had any injuries, until now. All of a sudden Paul yells to me that Ryan has broken his arm and that we need to go to the E.R. Paul carries Ryan to the van and I drive us to the hospital, it was 8:30 in the evening. His arm was obviously broken in several spots (it looked as if he had two wrists) and I knew that he would need surgery. Ryan had put his arm out to catch himself and with the trampoline pushing up his arm broke in three spots.

We got to the hospital and they took x-rays and admitted him. I spent the night with him. He was in so much pain he just moaned pretty much all night long. As the nurse was hooking up the I.V. he asked, "How many calories are in that?". I had no idea he was watching his weight, especially since he just downed a huge ice cream cone before his accident. Anyway the next morning they came and got him at 6:15 to take him to pre-op. He then informed the Dr. that he would need a waterproof cast since he was planning on swimming next week. The Dr. told him that he would not be able to swim for about a month since they were going to put a pin in his arm. Ryan was really freaked out about a pin poking his arm. Anyway he was a trooper and made it out of surgery at about 8:30. He got to go home around 12:00. We all took naps and moved on with our crazy schedules. Alyssa and Tyler went on a youth temple trip and Brayden had piano lessons. Phew, we made all of our obligations.