Almost a week ago, I started noticing that occasionally Tate would give a small whine whenever we held onto his arm a certain way. I didn't think much of it, because it was only occasionally, and otherwise he was acting completely normal. I finally mentioned it to Ryan, who, after some arm probing realized that Tate whined the most when he touched his outer forearm (the distal ulna for all you anatomy people out there). This was on Saturday, so we decided we would just take him to the doctor on Monday, because Tate didn't act like anything was wrong, as long as no one grabbed hold of his right wrist.
So, this morning I took him to the doctor, who also thought it most likely was not broken, since Tate did not act in pain and there was no bruising, etc. But he sent us for x-rays just in case. Sure enough, his arm was broken (a transverse fracture--i.e.all the way through the bone!). We were asked several times, how? Therein lies the mystery. I don't think most parents can even count all the times their kid has fallen or ran into something. It apparently didn't bother Tate enough for him to make a fuss about it either.
Come to find out there is a surprisingly large number of colors you can choose for a cast, but I went for a nice solid blue. Tate was a champ the whole time. But I guess I should have figured that, since he's been running around with a broken arm for a week, maybe more, acting like all is well. When there's playing to be had, who has time to fuss over a broken bone?