Noah had a bad fall at day care. Yes, again.

This time, it was off of the slide instead of the swing set. But it was visibly swollen.

This time, Jill got him and took him to the pediatricians, who said, “Back to Children’s Hospital Radiology.”

Sure enough. Broken. Both bones in the wrist.

They’re called “buckle” fractures, and one of them is also “impacted.” He’s in what they call a splint, which looks like a sort of semi-soft cast wrapped in 2 ace bandages, and then in a sling.

You can just imagine how much Noah likes that. “Stuck, mommy! I’m stuck!” Yes, sweetie, you are. And you’re going to stay stuck, most likely for several weeks. I’m sorry.

Other than being cranky about the sling and splint, Noah is doing surprisingly well. He played pretty happily in the hallways at the hospital, running, coloring, and playing with his best friend Gordon.

He even said thank you to the woman who put the cast on his arm. (Granted, that was when she was just measuring his arm, not after she actually wrapped it and made us hold it still until the splint set.) As always, the staff are incredibly nice there. As much as I like our pediatricians, I have never left the hospital without wondering if the doctor we saw also sees patients in a regular private practice.

Naturally, none of his pj tops or long sleeved shirts fit over this splint thing.

And I’m supposed to go to Hawaii on Sunday afternoon, until next week Friday. We’ll see. I’m playing that by ear for now.