Two days ago my youngest son broke his arm playing in the backyard. I was in the kitchen getting lunches ready for the next day while the kids were in the backyard. They came rushing to the house and my youngest son was screaming in pain. His arm looked broken so we drove to the hospital a few blocks away. It was a bad break, just above the elbow. They wanted him in for surgery the next morning in a larger city that could do it...a 4 hour drive away. We could choose to drive ourselves or have him (with me) take an airplane to fly there to get there faster. We chose to fly. There are special medical airplanes to help take people in rural areas like where we live to bigger hospitals if need be. I felt like we were part of the Royal Flying Doctor Service in Australia!
We were both amazed at how nice people were the whole trip getting us to the hospital to get his arm fixed. An ambulance took us to the airplane, about a 30 minute drive away, then we flew on a medical plane, and then an ambulance was waiting for us to take us to the hospital...the hospital room was all ready for us. He had room all to himself and there was an extra bed for me in the room....in the pediatrics ward it seems that all the rooms are like this so that one parent can stay with their child. It was all very, very nice. He got in the first thing in the morning. They put wires in to hold the bones together; they were really good at trying to keep the pain manageable. We got to go home the next day in the afternoon. The experience was so good that he joked, "When can I break my arm again so I can go in a plane and stay in the hospital like that?" We are SO thankful. This was the view from the hospital room...so beautiful! The hospital has a beautiful park outside and even someone playing the piano on the lobby. We are very, very thankful. He'll have a cast on for a month or so; kids heal quick.
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