Kent is the first child of our Archibald clan to break a bone. He was getting out of the back of the gator and ended up head down and then in a heap on the ground. The sister missionaries were over helping us work on a fence and one of them said, "oh, he broke his arm." I was ready to tell him to get up and he'd be ok when I realized Sister Olson was right! Kent had broken his arm! I picked him up, ran inside, got him ice. Erik gave him a blessing and ibuprofen and then I took him to the ER. Erik blessed Kent that he would be able to endure the pain and Kent was truly blessed with that. He hardly cried and was calm on the 40 minute drive to the hospital. We were also blessed to make almost every light green on the drive. A true miracle for 290, especially through Manor!
We went to the children's hospital where they know how to make your experience as smooth sailing as possible. They numbed his skin for an IV, gave him nasal pain medication so when they x-rayed it, he wouldn't have as much pain, and then heavily sedated him when they set it. He says when he woke up he didn't know where he was and he had forgotten that he had broken his arm!
When Kent got home, Taft gave him a kit of goodies to help him feel better.
Kent has been mostly rolling around the living room. He discovered he can still play Bomber Man with some assistance.
Evan has been a great assistant. He gave Kent some ibuprofen tonight! Everyone has been kind and helpful to Kent. We're just trying to remind everyone that breaking your arm is not fun and should not be attempted, even for goodly amounts of attention.
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