The broken arm.

It really is my fault.  I needed to take a quick shower so I could take Ayva into see the doctor and not embarrass myself.  I asked Lilly and Ayva to keep an eye on Enzo while I did so. (this is why it is my fault)  As I was getting out I heard Enzo crying.  I ran into the girls bedroom to see him on all fours on the floor by their bunk beds.  I quickly scooped him up and asked what had happened.  Apparently he was climbing the bunk bed ladder, something he did often, when Lilly grabbed him by the leg and pulled him off so "he wouldn't fall off and get hurt".  As he was crying he was gasping for air so when I finally got him calmed down and checked him out I figured he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him when he hit the floor.  I couldn't spend too much time worrying about the fall because I had to get Ayva to the doctor.  (she had strep)  During her appointment I told my pediatrician what had happened to Enzo earlier and asked if he would give him the once over to make sure he was fine.  I did this because Enzo was being very clingy and quiet since the accident.  He just wanted me to hold him and sat quietly in my lap for the entire trip to the doctors office.  Strange?  Yes!!! Doctor looked him over and said that he seemed to be ok but told me to contact him if he didn't perk up.  I went on with the rest of  my day.  Later that evening I returned home from some errands and was told by my very observant husband that Enzo wasn't using his left arm.  He was doing everything with his right and would cry every time he would have to use the left.  My observant husband suggested that Enzo's arm could be broken and put it in a nice splint for the evening.  The next morning he took him into the Urgent Care and got the news that it was broken.  Enzo spent 4 weeks in a cast.  The first cast they put on he took off himself after just one week so we had to get it recasted.  It didn't slow him down a bit.  And my punishment for trusting a 4 year old to be in charge was receiving multiple bumps and bruises to my head, neck and shoulders from my baby boys brick arm.  Oh, and being asked by way too many people "poor boy, what did he do to his arm?".