Not Again!

This makes two broken bones for Zach in under a year. Last time he was bucked off of a horse and broke his wrist, this time he put his foot down on a porch swing and the force cracked the tibia (thats the big bone in the lower leg for those of you like me who forgot middle school anatomy.) Thankfully our coworkers son was with him and heard the crack so I brought him in for an X-Ray, just in case. He really looked fine, esp. after some tylenol for the pain, but sure enough they found a crack. He was brave for the whole thing, although he is understandably nervous about having a cast on again after the reaction he had to the last one. For about a week he woke up crying every night, complaining that it was itching him then when we finally had it removed, we found open, bleeding sores on most of his arm. Pray for him that he will not become fearful of his cast and also for Jen who is not able to be here with her little boy who just got hurt.

I guess he comes by it honestly enough, I (His Dad - I actually do know how to post a blog, I just don't very often - ie. this is my first!) broke my leg when I was young as well, and my wrist when I was a little older. He does have me beat in time wise though.