Broken bone happened this weekend. We were organizing things and packing away clothing that no longer fits. Pulling out winter wear and cleaning. Craig took the girls outside to clean up their toys in the yard and then clean up the garage so that I could start parking in it again.
It’s a typical fall Sunday around here.
And then it happened.
I was inside and heard knocking on the patio door. I go see who is calling for me. Piper is crying and Craig is trying to string the clues together and solve the mystery. I have three stunt kids in this house. They try many things and would try many more if I wold only let them. They were playing on the play structure and swinging on the swings. Piper decided to make a quick exit and jump mid-air from her swing.
Something went awry and she fell and landed on her arms. Her left arm recovered and she had no complaints moving it. She came inside and sat on the couch and I knew by the look on her face that something more was going on. I asked which arm was bothering her and asked if she could move her fingers. Her left seemed fine. Her right, she would not move.
Off the ER we went. 3 hours and a back slap later, we were home. She has swelling on her wrist and they used a temporary backslap for a few days to allow the swelling to go down. On Thursday we go back for a more permanent casting.
Tonight after bath, she cried when her left wrist had pressure on it. When I suggested that perhaps we should have that one checked out too, she lost it. So I told her if it wasn’t better by Thursday, we would ask for an x-ray on it too. That seemed to settle her a bit.
Just in time for Skating and Ringette season…. my poor baby.
