How is it that my husband and I, both managed to go 25 years without breaking a single bone in our bodies, but our poor little girl, after only 2 years has already broken her arm?
Seriously. I don’t know how many times we tell the girls, “Don’t run in the house.” or “Stop jumping on the couch.” We say these things to them, not because we don’t want them to have any fun. We just don’t want them to get hurt.
Just like last night.
I was cooking dinner, so I’m not exactly sure the details. I do know she was jumping across our NEW freaking sectional, and fell off onto the floor. Of course she cried. Just like any other time. But for a kid who just broke her arm, you wouldn’t have known.
We didn’t even realize anything was wrong until an hour later, when they were about to get ready for bed. Her arm was all swollen and hard.
We rushed over to the ER, where they took x-rays and told us in fact it was broken. She has an elbow fracture.
They put her in a splint, until Monday. Then we go to Shriner’s Hospital to have the doctor look at it and decide if she needs surgery. Surgery? I don’t even want to think about that.
Then of course a cast…I wonder if they have pink?
Anyways, it’s going to be one crazy week this week.