Yorgason Family: Hyrum's Broken Arm

About a week and a half ago Hyrum came into the house screaming and holding his left arm. When I asked what happened he said he fell off the trampoline. I took one look at his arm and saw that it was all out of shape and hanging funny. I entered panic mode for a few seconds and realized if I showed signs of being afraid it would not help Hyrum at all. I tried to compose myself and helped Hyrum over to the couch. I immediately called Dave and asked him what I should do. He said to call the pediatrician. After speaking with the nurse she said they didn't have x-ray capabilities in their office so I should take him to the ER. Our insurance isn't the best so we decided to take him to urgent care instead. After x-rays they diagnosed Hyrum with a "comminuted supracondylar fracture involving the distal humerus with mild dorsal medial displacement of the distal major fracture fragment." Basically all they told us what that his arm was broken and we needed to be seen by an orthopedic specialist. Unfortunately this took place on the saturday before Labor day so we had to wait the whole weekend before we could even call to make an appointment. Hyrum was so tough to endure the wait. A little tender mercy from the Lord took place Tuesday when I called to get an appointment and was able to get him in that same day (at first they told me I'd have to wait until their first opening on friday, a whole week after he first fell). The doctor took one look at the x-ray and immediately told me that he needed surgery the next day to pin the bone back in place. Yikes! Our first broken bone and now our first surgery too, crazy! Hyrum was very brave, but I could tell he was nervous as we sat and waited in the pre-op room. I reminded him that if he felt scared he could say a prayer to Heavenly Father. I told him that Mommy and Daddy were praying for him too and that seemed to calm his nerves a bit. The staff at UNM children's hospital were amazing. They were so friendly and welcoming. They even let me go back into the operating room so I could be with Hyrum as they put him to sleep. Once he was completely asleep I had to go sit in the waiting room all alone and just wait. My heart ached as I thought of Mother's who watch their children suffer on a daily basis. I don't know how they do it. Luckily, the surgery went just as planned. The doctor was able to place two pins through the skin without having to make any incisions. I felt so much love for Hyrum as I sat in the recovery room waiting for him to wake up. It took a bit, but he finally came around. He looked over at me with eyes wide open and the first thing he said was, "You look funny Mom!" I later asked him what he meant and he said that the last time he had seen me was in the OR when I was wearing the big white "bunny suit" (as the hospital staff call it). Once the anasthesia wore off Hyrum was his old self again, hardly affected by the fact that he had just had surgery and now had a big blue cast on his arm. I feel grateful that things worked out as well as they did. Now we just wait for the healing process to take place. Thank goodness kids' are resilient and heal so quickly.

Right after he fell off the trampoline....ughh still makes me queezy to look at it.

Before going to Urgent Care, poor kid, he was trying to be so tough.

Getting x-rays, the nurse was impressed that he didn't complain when he had to move his arm into this position, even though it must have hurt like crazy.