"My arm NOT all Better!"

Well, Braden had his first trip to the Emergency Room. We were at a wedding reception, and in an attempt to entertain him waiting for the food to be served, he completely dislocated his left arm. A little complicated to explain, but it involved walking up daddy's legs and then jumping down. During one of the "down jumps" it was a little too far to the ground and his left arm popped out. We knew immediately what had happened. He kept asking Daddy to kiss it, kiss it, kiss it. Then he said "my arm NOT all better!" Poor thing. So after a very painful 3 hours in the ER (had to make sure there was no break so it involved lots of x-rays and waiting before the doctor started manipulating it), the doctor gave it a little pop and he was immediately healed! After that, we could hardly keep him contained. He wanted to go for rides on the cart, wash his hands in the automatic sink, and have a pillow fight with mommy and daddy. He even said "Thank You doctor!" Today, he looked at his arm and said "owie arm." Then he said "doctor fix it!" Hopefully we won't have to make too many of those kind of visits!