For years Ive always said I would NEVER own a trampoline. And I guess I always knew why. 
My oldest 2 have out grown our playhouse/swing set it's big and takes up almost half our yard 
They have been asking for 2 years to up grade to a trampoline and because Nate was still small I kept saying no. This year when the question came up, I pounders it??? 
So last week I bought a trampoline π
It's 12' one, barely fits in the yard (will once the play sets gone) 
(Told you the yard was small!)
This was Friday, Sunday while I was planting my new flower boxes, I ran in to get more water and all I hear is Nathan SCREAM bloodily murder, Alex starts screaming and Dalton yelling I'm sorry.
I run out and Nathan is balling. I asked what happen and Dalton starts balling. At this point every one was crazy. 
I hauled the older to out of the trampoline and try and convience Nathan to scoot his butt toward the opening. And try and get him to stand up, he screams. 
At this point I still don't know what happen?? 
Turns out they were all playing inside of it and Dalton (all 95lbs of him) fell on Nathan's leg. PERFECT 
I get him out and carry him to the van (we were on our way to a BBQ). He's no longer crying...he spent the day laying down while we all tried to figure out "what's next"
I could bend his knee all the way to his chest, extend it fully with little issues...sweet it's not broke!!!! The only time he showed pain was when I placed my hand behind his knee and slowly turned his ankle. 
We assumed he pulled/twisted a legiament or muscle. 
We tried everything all day to get him to stand on it (not my finest moments I know). We get home, I give him a cool bath and wrapped his knee. 
He was laying there watching a movie and apparently had to pee. He scooted to the end of my bed, yelled for help cause he had to pee... I put him in the floor and again try and get him to hobble to the bathroom (3' way)
Not thinking he stepped forward in his bad knee and dropped, screaming in pain (again not my finest judgement). 
So at this point I knew we were headed to the hospital (perfect! Sunday of a long weekend!)
I drop the boys off to my parent around 9pm and off we go. 
No ones in the waiting room (bonus), we are triaged and registered in less then 20 mins (double bonus), and then the ambulances started rolling in (5 in total plus a helicopter) 
After about 45 minutes we were called I to the back, into the drunk tank/chemical room (the room with a build in shower all made on concrete and echos when you talk) perfected for a 4 yr old who loves to talk!
Nathan notices and at the top of his lungs he starts singing/yelling "Johnny test, Johnny test, something, something something"  nurse thought it was hilarious, I was ready to cry!
We waited till midnight to see a dr (thankfully he was a trooper and not in a lot of pain). She comes in, checks him, askes what happens, chats with him, says she's sending us for an X-ray
I say "that will only show a break, I'm sure it not, I can bend and extended it fully. I think it's a pulled muscle"
"Let rule this out first"
Ok, so we are wheeled to X-ray, again after 15 questions of what everything was and was going to do, we had 7 X-rays taken. 
Back to the room, dr comes in about 25 minutes later....starts chatting with Nathan again ( I warn her he won't stop talkin so unless you plan on stay here a while I'd cut him off) explains to him that he has indeed BROKEN his knee (duh)
He broke his tibia bone straight down the middle (not good), and needs a cast from his upper thigh to his toes π«
Mr Nathan will be sporting this bad boy for the next 4-6wks (pending he doesn't need surgery). 
My local hospital doesn't have a pedis ward, so they didn't have any crutches, so Monday was spent hunting down crutches for a kid who's almost 3' ...not fun!
I did finally find a pair of kids size (need some small adjustments) and a wheel chair (lugging his 40lb butt around is not something my shoulders or hernia where planning on doing). 
Monday he spent the day chiling watching movies on netflix while everyone else played outside poolside. He was in heaven! 
Once the sun went over my parents place he joined us outside. He thought he was a king wheeling around the deck. All the other kids were staring in ohhhh 
I'm so thankfully he still has his sense of humour...except when the pain meds have wore off!
He goes to the fracture clinic on his birthday, where we will learn if he needs surgery (not where I planned in spending his bday, especially seeing as it's at the hospital he was born at...haven't been there since he was cleared if his brain bleeds) 
Lesson if the weekend....trampolines (even with netting) can be dangerous...less then 48hrs after being out up we had our first injury. 
(Yes I'm having MAJOR mommy guiltin this one π«)
(All ready for the Canada Day Parade!)