June 30, 2012
i feel like the worst mum ever.
Finn was being his usual Finn self, racing round the house, getting into all sorts of mischief. Sir and Poppy were preparing the dinner together in the kitchen (Poppy loves to help with the cooking) and i was doing some therapy with William. Suddenly there was a loud thump from the playroom followed by the sound of Finn screaming. i ran in there and saw him on the floor holding his arm in a funny way. Turns out he climbed onto the windowsill and jumped off, landing on his arm on the floor.
After 4 hours in A&E the verdict is in.... Finn has broken one of the bones in his wrist and now has a plaster cast on his arm from fingers to elbow. He seems fine with it, already running around the house and using his plaster cast to thump on things like the walls and doors, "glah"ing at the noise it makes. He was actually really good at the hospital too, apart from his usual "bad man!" shout at every doctor who came to see him. When he was asked what happened he said "Finn go booooooom!" which i guess is his way of explaining what he did.
i know that kids have accidents and i know that Finn is likely to have more than usual due to his insatiable energy, impulsiveness and complete lack of fear. He just seems really young (22 months) to have a broken bone already and i also feel guilty that i wasn't watching him due to spending time with William (again). i wish i had been there to stop him or catch him, but i wasn't. So now poor little Finn has to wear a plaster cast for at least 4 weeks while his bones heal.
That's all i have to say about this.