The triage nurse asked if we wanted him to see a brain/mental evaluator but she and I both decided that he was probably okay that way because of the way he was laughing and joking and able to answer all the questions.
They took him back to xray and took xrays of just his right knee and right wrist because those were the only two that were hurting a lot at that point. At one point I asked the xray tech if she could tell if there was anything broken. She said she could but couldn't tell us. Then after she took xrays of the wrist she said, "I bet your arm hurts a lot worse than your knee does." Wink, wink. I asked her if he was going to be able to have piano lessons for six weeks. She said probably not. (The next day the orthopedist told us he could still play the piano, just needed to take a week off so the pain could go away.)
They took John back to the ER room to get a splint on his right wrist (yes, it was broken, but not the knee) and JJ told them that his left wrist hurt really bad when he tried to move his arm so his palm was up. They sent us back to xray. After the first picture the tech told us a story about a little girl who had broken both her wrists and how surprised her mother was to realize that she'd have to wipe her daughter's bottom. I asked the tech if she was suggesting that we buy a bidet. She said we might want to invest in one. (He can wipe himself, by the way. Thank goodness for small blessings!)
We went back to the ER and they put splints on both of John's arms and gave us instructions to call a pediatric orthopedist in the morning.
Trying to give a "thumbs up" pose. He was tired and in a lot of pain.
But not tired enough or in enough pain to stop texting!
JJ had a rough night on the couch that involved lots of ibuprofen and re-wrapping one of the splints. I called the orthopedist first thing and they gave us an appointment for 1:15. They took off the splints and confirmed that both wrists were broken. From the look of the xrays and how he held his hands they determined it was "funny break" meaning that he didn't fall palms first, but landed on the backs of his hands.
All of the possible cast colors. JJ decided to have a pink cast on his left arm and a blue cast on his right. Originally he thought he'd have all the girls sign the pink one and the boys sign the blue one. It has turned out, though, that everyone wants to sign both casts.
Putting on the pink one.
Doing the same to the blue one.
Once the casts were on the pain went down considerably. It was a happy time. The orthopedist also checked his knee and decided it was just a bad sprain.
The back of Topper's MOM's four wheeler. You can tell that it hit pretty hard on the back right side.
Unfortunately, it's now a three wheeler.
His helmet just has some new scratches on it but wasn't cracked in any way. We are very glad he was wearing it. The doctors and nurses at the hospital and the orthopedists office kept telling us how lucky he was and how much worse it could have been, especially if he hadn't been wearing a helmet.
The jump he went off. He should have driven through the track slowly so he'd know what was on the other side of the jump but he decided to hot-rod it around first. It doesn't look that far, but the jump is about 20 feet from the ground and the four wheeler is about 20 feet out.
John is standing where we think JJ landed and Leslie is standing where we think the four wheeler landed.
Introducing... "Mr. Will-work-for-free" ... at least until the four wheeler is paid off.
Throughout this whole ordeal I have had moments where reality has set in and I've thought that we could have been planning a funeral or picking out wheelchairs instead of cast colors. We feel incredibly blessed that it wasn't so much worse. All of the doctors and nurses we've seen have told us how lucky he is to have only two broken wrists and a sprained knee. JJ knows how blessed he is, too. He keeps saying that he feels it could have been so much worse. It definitely could have been.