26 February 2009

in a flash


That's how long it seems since my oldest, 11, was little and needed my help getting dressed. He needed my help again this morning.

Last night I got one of those calls moms hate to get. He was snowboarding and had a minor accident. Minor, but could have been major. A broken arm is all. He FELL, 10 feet, from the lift because he and his friend were horsing around, without the safety bar down. And he wasn't wearing his helmet. Good God - he could have had a traumatic brain injury, a broken neck...it sort of freaks me out to go there, so I mostly don't.

I count myself lucky that with three very active, risk-craving boys, this is the first broken limb among them...and sort of a rite of passage as well. I'm happy there was no concussion (he has had one of those). No blood. Just bad, bad judgment that he will be working off in equally bad karma by missing a few awesome activities and a screeching end to his ski season. I hope he learned his lesson about the safety bar and helmet and maybe got just a small hint that he's not indestructible. Please, please let that be true. Because there is so much about their lives, even at 11, that is out of our control.

He says he will hang the official X-Ray films in his room (the doctor suggested using them as window shades - crafty!) & is planning how to decorate his red cast.

On the way home from the ER he announced that he and the friend he was with on the lift had a plan for their shared 18th birthday: sky diving!

OY.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Way to go Leo! Were you running out of conversation openers, or topics of conversation?
Welcome to the calcified ortho fracture club. Stay cool...
Love, Grandpa

DoulaMomma said...

please don't encourage him, Dad!

Elizabeth Fleming said...
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Elizabeth Fleming said...

Such a lovely entry--really happy that all is ok, but it's hard not to let your brain go to the worst-case scenario. I love your blog, and I have to say I had to chuckle at the end of this.

Elizabeth Gallo said...

oh, jeeezz! hoping you are *all* okay, and so glad it wasn't more serious. my big baby already has a scar from face-planting into her toy box, and it makes me cringe every time i look at it!

Laura said...

Hope he is on the mend. Emergency room visits are never fun and hopefully won't come again for a long time.

I second the OY for the sky diving...

Sarah said...

Hahaha - sky diving! Hilarious. So glad he's ok.

DoulaMomma said...

sky diving not so far out for him though, since I've done it & my dad, until recently, was an instructor and competed in many world records...so I'm sure when the time comes my dad will hook him up with a good drop zone & maybe even go with!

Caitlin said...

Suddenly my 6yo girl who said re: her "boyfriend" "I love him, I can't stop thinking about him!" seems like nothing. But I second the oy for all our sakes. Yeesh!

Nanda Mama said...

I like Grandpa's comments! Sorry, you can give it back to me when one of my boys gets adventurous. I hope he is feeling better and that you are getting over the trauma. Tell Leo that Ilya and I are going skydiving for our wedding anniversary in June if he wants to come watch!

DoulaMomma said...

cool, Nanda Mama! Tandem? static line? What drop zone? I did tandem - you get longer free-fall that way

Homeopath said...

interesting post...thanks for posting the photo