After 6 weeks of a sling and a cast, it finally came off.
After school William and I went to the Doctor's officer. When we got there William was in very high spirits talking to everyone we passed. When we got to the check-in desk, while I was checking him in, he was talking to one of the receptionists. He looked like he was having a blast talking to her. They were talking about the Zen garden that was on the desk.
Once he was checked-in we sat down and I finished filling out his paperwork. It was a simple form, just asking about his treatment and pain levels. Then we waited until they called his name. He was getting impatient and I don't blame him. We got there before 3 other individuals and they all went back before we did. I guess that one was my fault for being early.
Once they did finally call him back William again was talking to the nurse with such excitement. He was the same nurse/assistant that has helped us this entire time. He's very nice to William and has really made this traumatic experience a little bit easier.
Once we were back in the room, he asked William how he was doing and how his wrist was treating him. William gave him a thumbs up, which we both took as a good thing. He then took asked him to sit in the big chair and took his vitals. Once that was done William started freaking out. He was scared about what was going to happen next. When the nurse/assistant came over to him, William got up off the chair and came and hid in my lap.
Seeing how William was acting, the nurse/assistant tried to make this as easy as he could. He asked William to come and sit down and he sat next to him. He asked him if he was excited about getting his cast off and William timidly said yes. He then asked him why we was scared. William told him that he was afraid that he was going to cut his arm. I could tell at that point that the nurse/assistant wanted to laugh, but I'm sure he's heard that answer before.

After listening to William and why he was scared, he then grabbed the saw mechanism to William could see it up close. He explained how it was going to work and warned him that it was loud. He then turned it on and showed William how it wasn't going to cut him. He showed him by putting it on his own hand. It didn't do anything and William looked at it in disbelief. William still wasn't convinced because he did it on his glove and not his skin. So again the nurse/assistant turned it back on and did the same thing to his arm. It didn't cut him, but William pointed out that it did in fact leave a mark. It was nothing, it was as if he was itching his arm, hardly anything at all, but William was still hesitant.
I moved over and knelt next to William and held his other hand. The nurse/assistant then asked him where he wanted the cut to be and which one should be first. He had to do two cuts in order to take it off. William was shaking and very hesitantly told him that he wanted the cuts to be on top and bottom and that the top was to be cut first. Once the nurse/assistant heard that, he turned on the saw mechanism and got started.
William instantly started to cry. I tried to console him, but no matter what I did and said, William wouldn't stop crying. The nurse/assistant knew that his feelings wouldn't change, so at that point, he just tried to get the hard part done and over with as quickly as possible. With the snap of his fingers, he was done. The saw mechanism was on less than 30 seconds. The instant that it turned off William stopped crying and he was fine.
When the cutting part was over, he grabbed a special tool to open up the cuts he just made. Now that the lining was exposed, he then used a pair of scissors to cut the lining. Once those two steps were done, he then took the cast off. It was crazy to see his wrist, it looked scrawny and longer than his other wrist. The nurse/assistant could tell by the look on my face that I thought something didn't look right. He assured me that that was normal and as time went on, it would slowly come back to normal as if this never happened.
Now that the cast was off, he had to get another set of x-rays. The nurse/assistant told us that the x-ray technician would come back and get us when she was ready. We didn't have to wait long before she was knocking on the door. She then lead us back to the x-ray room. Halfway there, William got ahead of us and again said that he would lead us to where we needed to go. We both laughed and happily followed William.
Once back in the x-ray room, William instantly walked over to the table and stood in the same position that she has had him stand in last time. She was thrown back by this and said "Wow, you are a pro." He had a big smile on his face with her comment. I then left the room and she proceeded to take a few different x-rays from different positions. When they were done, she gave him a sucker, and walked us back to the room.

Once we were in the room, the Doctor came in and pulled up the x-rays. He said everything looked great and that he could see a lot of new bone growth. I was surprised to hear that, but happy as well. He said that as the days and weeks went by, it would continue to heal and be back to his normal 100%. He then came closer to William and asked him it was feeling. William didn't say anything, so the Doctor went to touch different parts of his arm. William flinched and didn't want him to touch it. He asked him if it hurt and William said it didn't, but that he still didn't want him to touch his arm. The Doctor looked at me and told me that that was a normal response.

He then asked William to do some simple movements with his wrist. He asked him to move it up, down, left, right, and in a circle. He didn't move it much at all. He then told William that through the next few days and weeks, he needed to try those movements multiple times in a day. William shook his head and tried again to move his wrist. He moved it more this time than the last time, but still didn't have much movement.
With that the Doctor told us how we needed to care for it and told William that he still needed to be careful. He told him that he couldn't play on the playground, couldn't run in the house, couldn't play sports, and had to be careful while at school all for the next two weeks. He then started talking about a brace. He said that most kids do much better with a brace easing their way back to some normalcy. I asked him where I could go and get one, and he said that we would be leaving with one. He also said that while at home he shouldn't have to wear it, but anytime he wasn't at home, it should be on.
So for the next two weeks were going to do the best we came to make sure he's being careful; at least at home and make sure he has his brace before he leaves the house. With a now 7 year old, I hope that wont be difficult.
He then said that we were good to go once William got his brace. Before leaving the room he did add that if he didn't regain full movement or had consistent pain by the end of the two weeks, that we should come back in. As I heard that I pictured the worse in my head. I hope that doesn't happen. This has been hard enough.
He then left and the nurse/assistant came in and fitted William with a brace. He even showed William how to put it on and take it off. William gave him a thumbs up with his braced hand and a smile on his face. We were then free to go.
On the way home, for being such a brave kid, we stopped at Walmart for him to pick out a prize. He ended up choosing a Monster truck. The boys don't have Mohawk yet and that's the truck he picked.
When we got home, Owen and Gabbi were instantly drawn to him. They wanted to see his arm and to see how he was doing. William happily showed off his arm in its brace. The kids were confused, they thought he had another cast on it, but William corrected them and told then that he could take it off. William then looked at me and said that we were home now and started to take the brace off. Gabbi and Owen then scooted in to get a closer look at his arm. The had funny looks on their faces, but William was all smiles and said that it would be back to normal in no time.