That's how long it's been since the last time my son broke his arm.
Just as I was walking out the door to pick Evie up from preschool I got a call from Jake's school. He had been hit in the arm by a soccer ball during recess. They said it looked okay and wasn't swelling or anything, but he seemed to be in a lot of pain and was asking for me. I ran into the school and quickly decided that a trip to the Insta-care was probably in order. Talk about serious deja-vu. Dinee was working again today and we were lucky enough to have her be our MA. I leaned over to Jake as we were in the waiting room and said, "That's pretty neat, that we get to see Dinee at work." He thought about that for a moment and then said, "No offense to Dinee, but I would much rather have her come over for a Mario party than have to see her at work."
They brought us back to the room and then followed the usual routine of questions, exam, and x-ray. Jake was fairly calm through the whole process, so I was really starting to hope for a sprain or some other mild injury. No luck. Another buckle fracture. Another splint and sling for a week, and then another hard cast.
As we were finishing up at the doctor's office, Dinee was explaining a few things about wearing the sling and she said, "...you need to keep it at 90 degrees or higher." Jake looked extremely puzzled and then said, "Um, Dinee? I don't think it's going to be that warm for at least another month or so...." Oh we laughed so hard. He really was confused about how he was supposed to control the weather to keep his arm warm enough.
Once we left the doctor's office we met back up with Grandma T., who was kind enough to meet us there and take the girls. She brought Jake a stuffed camel, because when you are hurting it really helps to have something to snuggle. We switched back cars and I drove off to get Jake's prescription filled. From the back seat I could hear the girls exclaiming and offering condolences on their brother's injury. And then, with all the asperity that only a little sister can manage, Evie said, "Jake? Why didn't you just catch the ball?" I was laughing so hard and poor Jake was doubly offended by our lack of sensitivity. I hurried to point out that sometimes accidents just happen, and that there was nothing Jake could have done in this situation. My point was probably lacking in conviction, seeing as I was saying it between snorts of laughter...
So here we are, right where we were last year. Less than a month before school gets out, a week from his birthday, and a broken arm. I told him this year when he blows out his candles, maybe he should wish that next year on his birthday he won't have anything in a cast.