A Father's Worst Nightmare

Around 9 PM we finally has a schedule for an X-Ray to see how severe the fracture was. Even as we were taking the X-Ray my sons was already crying because it was so painful to move the broken forearm coz we had to take 4 pictures to clearly see everything if there was any other damage. As I see my son clearly in pain in the X-Ray room I really felt like I was gonna die first in these situations. My heart rate went up and I had a hard time breathing. Seriously I can't take it when I see my son in pain. I calmed down after a few minutes and we went back to the doctor to see what we can do about this.

The doctor said to me he needs to cement this arm immediately but I asked him first if it's possible to have anesthesia so that my son wont feel any pain but the doctor said it's impossible and he has to endure the pain. I asked the doctor for a couple few minutes so I can talk to my wife and son at the same time. I told my son that he will experience an excruciating pain for minutes and he has to toughen it up. He started crying in front of me regretting what he has done. He told me "I wish I could turn back time" which crushed my heart and I also started to cry. As a father I love my child and if I could take all the pain for myself I would. I don't want him to experience this but we have no choice in the matter and so we talked for a few more minutes and he calmed down a bit.

The doctor came in and I said we are ready. I honestly down know what's gonna happen as this is my first time witnessing something like this in my life. He let my son lay down in some kind of operating table. He then took out two gallons and filled it with water, this will push the arm down to straighten the bones out. He then prepared the wraps that will be used to cement the arm and coated it with some kind of liquid which I guess was the cement but it looked to me more like a glue than a cement.

After the preparations the doctor hanged my sons arms and knotted 3 fingers to the pole which my son already started crying because of the pain, but that was just the beginning of the horrors that both my son and me have to endure. After that the doctor put the two gallons of water as a weight on his arm to pull the forearm bones down to straighten the bones out. This is where the suffering really riles up, for almost 10 whole minutes my son endured that excruciating pain of straightening the bones out. He was screaming in pain and even said he just wanted to die but I was there cheering him on coz that's the only thing I can really do. I hold his other hand so that he will feel secure that I was there for him all the way through it all.

After 10 minutes the doctor now put the cemented wrap into my sons whole forearm and during this time my son was experiencing an even more intense pain as the doctor also moved the fractured bones into place. My won was shivering from the cold air of the airconditioner plus he was scared so he was shaking pretty badly but I held him in place. "We are almost done" that's the only thing I could tell my son. All in all it took around 15 minutes of pure torture and suffering as it all ended around 9:46 PM.

After that I told my son "Good job son, you survived, I am so proud of you!". I took his head and hugged him a little bit so that he can feel my love for him. We went home safely and with no incidents but now the hardest part was sleeping. I let him sleep in a folding bed so that he won't be able to move as much as a wide bed but all night long we weren't really able to sleep much because I need to be alert just incase something happens.