Monkey Bars are Evil

Yesterday I took the kids to Coronado for another picnic-bus-library-playground-bus adventure. All was well until the playground.  I was holding Sutton and pushing Hayden on the swing when Cole came running over crying. He said he fell off the monkey bars and his arm hurt - When he asked to go home, I knew it was a tough fall.

By the time we got home he was fine - No complaints... He could bend it... Twist it... We decided he was okay and made our way to the El Cajon car show.

Hour in, his arm started hanging weird when he was running with Hayden - Little booger was in pain but more concerned about seeing cars!

We didn't want to take him to the ER because we were scared the waiting room would scar him for life, so I gave him Motrin and put him to bed. I called the pediatrician and was relieved they had a 8:50am appointment (My first time calling and asking for a non-wellness check! Not too bad for 5 1/2 years of winging this whole parenting thing!). The doctor could tell there was pain, but was unable to get a 1-10 scale from him so we were sent to Rady Children's Hospital for X-rays.

A few hours later I got the call that there was only some swelling and no broken bones. A sling and ice were all that was necessary - Phew!

*Same shirt because it hurt too much to lift his arm and put on pajamas*

I have a feeling this is the first of many visits for my active guy...