The adjustment in dealing with a broken bone has been a little easier this time. First, because we just did this. Second, he is in a cast from the start vs a splint so we don’t have to restrict him quite as much. Third, Z is already used to being more gentle with him. Squashing the constant wrestling the first time around was tough.
On the day Jonah broke his arm, I pulled in to the campground to pick them up in the truck. Z flung open the front door to the RV and declared “MOMMA! JONAH BROKE!” Oh sweet boy.