Broken wrist 1.0 was middle child careening down a ski slope on a mountain bike this last summer.
Broken wrist 2.0 was oldest child playing all-out basketball at school and falling down. Just today.
We got to the doctor's office, waited and waited, then got to the radiology department just after they no longer accept wet-read orders. Meaning they could xray it but could not read it right away and tell us if it was broken. Huh. Hmm.
Time was of the essence. We've got a holiday staring us down here people! We've got plans! We've got non-refundable tickets!
Not to give away any secrets of having friends who are doctors or orthopedists, but when you need to call in a favor, you do.
No cast, just a brace, thank goodness. And we owe someone a couple bottles of really nice wine.