It was scary being in the recovery room when Walter came out of surgery.
His little left arm had snapped like kindling. Caught between his new Christmas bike and his sister's, the crash resulted in this terrible fracture. The bones were both broken, so the doctor decided to put him out before trying to line things back up.
It took a little over two hours, and as we waited I remembered the surgery Granger had on his elbow eight years and eleven months ago. I waited in the same family waiting area for the same orthopedic surgeon to operate on my other son. Fortunately, this time, no pinning was required and Walter's arm should heal fine. (With Granger, he had to have a second surgery to re-pin it, then a third to remove the pin when it was healed.)
Walter slept like this for an hour or two, then woke up feeling nauseous and grouchy. We could have stayed overnight at the hospital, but even though it was after midnight I wanted to get the hell out of Dodge, home to our own little house.
Hospitals, you know, have all the sick people.