Broken Arm

Last night after supper the kids and I went on a short walk which they all love to do. When we got home the boys decided to skateboard and Tara wanted to ride her trike. The boys were so excited because we had new neighbors moving in next door and so I think they were trying to show off a little bit with their skateboards. I was helping Tara ride her trike down the hill when I heard Josiah fall off his skateboard and hit the ground. When he first fell he didn't cry, but he kinda screamed when his right hand hit the ground. I could tell he was trying to be tough and not cry b/c of the new neighbor kids outside, but he ended up flipping over to his back, grabbed his arm and yelled out, "I think I broke my arm!" I immediately think that he was ok, he tends to over react about scrapes and bruises. I get Tara off the trike and run over to him to help him get his coat off so I could check out the arm he hurt. I didn't see anything at first showing a break, not even any scrapes on the hand he hit but he was sure crying now. (I really don't like thinking about this, it breaks my heart knowing he really was laying there with a broken arm *sniff*) So next I get the kids in and have Siah sit at the dining room table where I look his arm over and then I try to have him move it, which he was doing a little but was complaining and crying about his elbow. About 5 minutes later I notice some swelling in his elbow so I call Jeff's friend, Shawn, to come over and check it out for me. He looks it over and said I should take him in b/c it looked bad. The rest of the evening was spent at two different medical places, x-rays, crying, begging us to leave it alone, and sleeping in the ER. Around 11 pm the released us from the ER b/c the decided that yes it was broke but it was not a life threatening break so they said to go home and then go to the orthopedic office in the morning. Today we spent our day in two different doctor offices, the first one Josiah's pcm who had to give us a referral and then finally the orthopedic. There they told me his break was a borderline surgery and that it was up to me. Seriously? All I want is the best thing done for my kid's arm and there I sat not knowing what to do. I was wishing Jeff was there to help make this decision, but he wasn't so I asked the doctor what he would do. He said if it were his son he wouldn't get the surgery, he would just get a cast and let it heal on its own. So that's what we did. Today we could only get a splint b/c of the swelling, in 10 days he will have the cast. To get the splint on they had to bend his arm into a 90 degree angle and his arm sure didn't want to bend that way and poor Siah let us know it wasn't feeling good. He sat their crying and pleading with the doctor to stop while one nurse held his other hand away and the 2nd nurse helped the doctor bend it and wrap it. I sat there in tears praying that they could hurry it up. Stuff like this is just so hard on a mom. Its so hard seeing your child hurt, I seriously wanted to take the pain for him.
I'm praying for a better night tonight. Hoping Josiah can sleep better, last night he was awake a lot crying and yelling for me. Praying for his arm to heal right since it was my decision not to operate and praying it didn't harm his growth plates.
He is my 2nd child to break a bone, Gaber broke his arm when he was 4. I hope Tara doesn't follow in her brother's footsteps!