Broken

April at our house started with a bang...er a CRACK. Really April 1st started at 6 am for my sweet husband. He goes to play basketball at our stake center 3 times a week. This Friday morning, he came into the house at about 7:30 am. I was pouring the malt o meal and this is the conversation that ensues.

Ben: "Honey, I think it's broken"

Me: "What's broken. (blank stare) Broken?? (I look down.) You're hand??? Why do you think that???" (imagine my voice raising in pitch with each of these statements)

Ben: He doesn't say anything, he just lets go of his hand it is gruesomely hanging at a very odd angle. An angle that the palm of the hand should never be hanging like

Me: I about puke and start flipping my hands, EW EW EW!!! Then I start running around and rummaging though the fridge...we need ice? Broccoli? Sit down! Holy crap! You're hand is going to fall off. KIDS!!!!!! Get ready for school, FAST!

All these thoughts happen in a very short amount of time.

Ben: So calmly suggests that he just drive himself to the ER. I tell him, no way. At this point, he is getting himself a drink and then starts looking like he's going to faint. All the blood drained from his face.

Rachel: I tell him that if he faints, I can not catch him...SIT DOWN!

I proceeded to call my darling neighbor that is 39 weeks pregnant (why I thought to call her? Because she's awesome, but I'm not an awesome friend for bugging her at 7:30 in the morning while 39 weeks pregnant. I woke her up. She came and got the older kids off to school and took care of the youngers.

We drove to the Instacare (I guess I wasn't too frazzled and remembered that the Instacare is much cheaper than the ER).

We got X-rays and sure enough 3 bones in the hand are broken and off their rockers.
They splinted that puppy up (good, I don't want to look at it!) Did I mention that the palm of the hand should NEVER look like that?? We were on our way.

Next step was waiting for the swelling to go down. Today we went to a hand specialist and sure enough, he needs surgery. The bones were broken diagonally and they are all in the wrong place.

D-day is next Tuesday April 12th.

I have to give credit where credit it due. I do not have a whimpy husband, nor is he looking for sympathy. There are no bells being rung for service...no laying in bed. That same evening, he took me to dinner with all my good buddies and their husbands.

Amber and Mike, Rachel and Ben (we were playing musical chairs, that's why he's not sitting by me at the moment :), Sonia and Ben, LJ and Becky (she was taking the picture and graciously shared; catch ya next time), Kim and Koby. These are the nicest friends!


The next day after the accident was my birthday. He refused to take loratab that morning so he could drive around town, buy me flowers and presents. Since then, he has made the kids sandwiches one handed, swept the floor, worked full time (although slower :), and this morning gave Mase and Ikey a bath one handed! Seriously, he's super man.

The biggest bummer with this whole thing is we had to cancel going to San Diego for Spring Break. And I don't think I can be as fun as San Diego. Hopefully we all survive!! :)

P.S. I had a really nice birthday! The older I get, the more I appreciate all the wonderful people who surround and love me.


For your viewing pleasure. The X-rays don't give the grossness factor justice. Look at the bottom of the hand, by the wrist. 3 bones (pinky, ring and middle) in the palm of the hand are completely broken and are slipped forward.