So i broke my kids wrist last night. rough housing and horse playing and he fell wrong. two places it broke. 2 year old kid with a blue cast up to just about his shoulder. Little sucker is using it as a weapon already and jumping around and wants me to play rough with him already. I feel like the biggest pile a crap and he keeps coming back for more. wife says its not my fault and that we played like that for the last year without incident, but i cant help but hate myself. Hell we were playing for about 30 minutes before it happened and i cant even remember him falling wrong, but just that he screamed. Now swelling, no bruising no nothing, just tears, he even asked for juice and held the cup with the injured hand.
I held him till he fell asleep last night, then when he woke himself up (from the pain i imagine) at midnight, I stayed up with him until about 3 when he finally either got comfortable or just passed out. Got up at 5 to go to work and got him ready and dress while he was still sleeping, no pain from the movement so i figured all was well. The babysitter called my work and said when he woke up he couldnt get himself up, so off to the emergency room he went. after the 3rd degree at the hospital and cross examination from different dr.'s and nurses, he got his cast. Now, that was about an two hours ago and now he wants to play rough again. freaking kids, so resilient. I get a head cold and im down and out for a week, he breaks his wrist and still uses it. hes a better man than me.