And there were no doubts it was broken. It was just over a year ago that he broke the other arm. He remembered the drill and by the time we got to the hospital was very calm about the while thing. He talked to the nurses and told them they would need to give him medicine and fix his arm. The only times he got agitated was positioning his arm for the x-rays and getting the IV put in.
|Chillin' with Daddy waiting for the doctor to come.|
|Putting on his brave face. Almost time to be sedated to have that arm fixed.|
When he came out of sedation he wasn't happy about the oxygen mask... until he realized he was just like Darth Vader!