Broken.

 

Well that was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. Shabbat afternoon, the big 3 and I walked to the Engelharts, and decided that we would go to Park Chavalim. While there, we did the usuals – slides, swings, spinning things, etc. Eitan found the 3^rd grade girls he loves and played with them. At some point, Eitan wanted to do the cilmby things, and he has never managed to do the monkey bars. I helped him a few times, and then told him to do it himself. He was scared to fall, so I told him to practice falling a few times which he did, landing on his feet. Then I saw Hadar and Meital running to the swings, so I went to go help them.

All of a sudden, I look back, and hear a frightened scream – and watch, as if in slow motion, my Eitan slipping from the monkey bar, and falling on his arm which is twisted under his body. I start sprinting, knowing it’s a really bad one, and he starts crying and screaming his head off (rightfully so). I put Meital in the stroller, Hadar pushed her, and Eitan was on my shoulders. He was badly hurt, and I knew it was broken or at least badly sprained, and the worst part – that it was my fault.

We went back to the Newmarks, told Shifra, and I drove Eitan to Terem (still Shabbat). There they did xrays and told us there were two small breaks, that would heal within 3 weeks in a cast. They casted him up. Eitan was very brave the whole time and didn’t cry at all once we calmed down. Then there were 20 minutes left of Shabbat, so we sat in the park and talked about what we could have each done differently, and how to get through the next 3 weeks in the best possible way. We didn’t know exactly when Shabbat was over, so Eitan told me that he learned once there are 3 stars in the sky its over – so we drove home once we saw them.

Later that Motzash we went to sing for David Ori before his Brit which was beautiful – Beeri was jumping around and having a great time.

Then, at the end of the Brit on Sunday morning, I walked Eitan in to school. The amount of love and attention he got was so cute, and started to heal my own heart. He was escorted in by 5 3^rd grade girls with their arms around him. Good for him.

Kids are given to you in perfect condition, and every scratch you feel like you ruined a perfect creation, so this broken bone of course was even more so. Especially when its your fault.

But I love him, I am proud of him, and we will do whatever it takes to help him through it. And we will focus on baseball IQ instead of physical practice for the next few weeks.

UPDATE: He is good, a few weeks later. Throwing even stronger, didn't lose anything. Proud of him for pushing through.