Finally Out of Plaster {The Ordinary Moments}

Welcome back to another week of the Ordinary Moments. If you haven’t joined in before this is a weekly linky that launches every Sunday morning and is open until midnight on the following Saturday. It’s a linky that celebrates any ordinary moments in your life – or the not so ordinary some weeks too. Basically – anything goes. I’ll be sharing and commenting on the posts that are linked up during the week and there’s a badge at the bottom of the post if you’d like to add it to yours too.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I wrote about Little Man breaking his arm – and then breaking it again, in a different place, the following week. It’s been weeks of hospital visits and plaster casts but Little Man has dealt with it all amazingly well.

He’s been sleeping fine, he’s been doing as much as he can with just one good arm – although has needed help doing anything remotely tricky like putting his tops on and off and wiping his bum. Other times, when he’s been feeling lazy, he’s needed extra help too, blaming everything on his broken arm.

But, overall, he’s been amazing. He’s used his plaster cast as a bit of a badge of honour – showing it to everyone, using it to get attention and sympathy and chalking it up to a rite of childhood passage. It’s been a novelty for him and I think he would have happily had the cast on forever.

This week though his days in a cast finally came to an end. We went to the hospital on Thursday and he had his cast off, the X-rays showed his bones have healed well and we now just need to wrap him up in cotton wool for the next six weeks.

He was so happy to have his arm free of plaster but, his skin is all patchy and dry, he’s really itchy and his arm looks just a little more scrawny than his good arm. I know he’ll start using the broken arm more as the days go by and I know it will take time for the muscles to work fully again and for him to act normally with both arms but for now it’s just so lovely have him plaster free.

His arm stank when he came out of plaster – and baby wipes didn’t quite cut it. But, he had a bath and felt so much better for it. And he’s back to giving the best two armed cuddles that any little boy has ever given. I’ve really missed those cuddles over the last few weeks.

Now I am just hoping that he stays unbroken and cast free for a long time now – three broken arms in the space of a year is definitely more than we ever expected. Fingers crossed he can stay all in one piece going forward.

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