Broken Leg

Well, here's the story:

Yesterday was my niece's birthday. She and her family live about an hour away from us. We went down to celebrate, planning to spend the first part of the day with friends and the second part with family.
At the park, both Gabriel and Lily were having tons of fun running around and being with other kids. Well, Gabriel actually spent a lot of time doing his own thing, but that's how he likes it sometimes.
At one point, he saw a little girl playing on the monkey bars and thought it looked super cool. He decided to try it himself even though he could just barely reach the bars. He also didn't have the strength to hold himself up, so he would drop after only about a second. I was so proud that he was trying something new, picking himself up when he fell, and trying again. Unfortunately, after a few rounds of this, he didn't get a good grip with one hand. So when he fell, he landed badly on his leg and hit his head as well.
Jeff saw first and ran over to check his head. It quickly became clear that his leg was the real problem, and Jeff thought he may have broken it. He rushed to the car with Gabriel in his arms and quickly realized we wouldn't be able to put him in his car seat, so he had me call for an ambulance while he tried to keep our poor injured little boy as calm as possible. My brother-in-law Jon was also a big help with that. I was extremely worried and shaky, but I was able to calmly get the emergency dispatchers the information they needed. Then more family made sure I stayed as calm as possible while seeing and hearing my poor boy in pain.
The paramedics gave Gabriel some pain killers and took him to the closest hospital. My sister took Lily to her house so Jeff and I could focus on him. The hospital took an x-ray and there was some worry that he had also broken his hip, but, fortunately, just confirmed that his femur had been cleanly broken.
The hospital there doesn't have all the necessary stuff to work on children, so he had to be transported to Vally Children's where Jeff's mom happens to work. She got us in a room super quick and got us really great care. We had to wait a long time before they could work on him because he had eaten at the party, but they gave him enough pain killers to help him manage.
He was very sweet to the nurses, wanted to know all their names, and thanked them for everything they did. They loved him, and even gave him a flashy toy that really cheered him up.
When it was finally time to take him to the OR, they gave him medicine to put him to sleep. He fought it REALLY hard and started saying some pretty funny things. It took them forever to get him to sleep, but they did and everything went well.
The cast is huge and he hates it, but we're trying to keep him comfortable and distracted. He really is being one tough, brave little guy.
Lily is with grandparents while we figure out our new routine with Gabriel. It's extra difficult because I'm too pregnant to lift him, especially with a big heavy cast. Fortunately, we have lots of help and support. I'm so grateful for that and for Jeff who was able to take such good care of Gabriel and stay so calm. I can't thank Jon enough for helping during the most frantic part of it all, either. So many people were so great, and I feel really blessed in the midst of this crisis.