Since this is my kids’ baby book(s), here goes:
Yesterday at noon recess, Kate was crossing the monkey bars (in the dead of winter, wha?), and fell off. She landed with her left arm twisted behind her back. She didn’t mention it to her teacher ALL DAY but came home from school crying about it. We put some ice on it, I looked it over… it wasn’t bruised or swollen AT ALL, and she seemed to get over it. For the rest of the night, she barely mentioned it, unless she bumped it a certain way.
This morning, she was crawling over me to get into bed between David and me (she’s my early morning snuggler, like clock-work), forgot about her sore arm/wrist, and put all of her weight on it, which really really hurt. For the rest of the morning, it was bothering her– she had trouble getting dressed by herself, getting her shoes on etc. Kate can be a… drama queen (and I wouldn’t write “drama queen” in a real baby book, just fyi), so I was thinking it was probably a sprain, but we decided we better take her in for X-rays to be sure. It still was not bruised or swollen at all.
Kate was really upset about the idea of having to go to the doctor. I think she was having a hard time separating the last time she broke her arm (a compound break that needed to be set, an IV for pain meds, all while she was 500 miles away at my mom’s house WITHOUT us), and since she’s already prone to anxiety, we ace-wrapped her arm/wrist and sent her to school while we waited to hear what time she could be seen today. I knew that sitting around waiting to go to the doctor would be worse for her than going to school and keeping herself busy.
Around 9:30 am David picked her up and drove her to Bigger Town for her appointment. Of course they did X-rays and OF COURSE her wrist was actually broken. (It’s a distal radius fracture on her left wrist, for you medical lovers out there.) She’s in a half cast (bottom half) and ace wrap for a week to allow for swelling, and she’ll get a real cast next week. It’s the same arm she broke last time.
Any of you needing to feel superior to someone else’s parenting, I’m here to serve. My daughter had a broken BONE in her ARM and I SENT HER TO SCHOOL and waited a day to get an X-ray. You’re welcome.
I was feeling pretty stupid when I emailed her teacher to say “Kate won’t be back today because she does indeed have a broken arm ha ha ha ha ha….” But her teacher replied that she once made her son wait a WEEK with a broken foot before taking him in. I could lip kiss that teacher, I really could.
Anyway, this experience is way less traumatizing than her last one, and it’s not summer so the cast will be no big deal (as if that stopped her from swimming last time), though she’s bummed about missing square dancing in gym class at school and missing her basketball class the next two Saturdays. (Square dancing! I want to go to gym class with the 2nd graders!) She’s hanging out with her arm in a sling, sweetly asking Joan and Marin for little (probably unnecessary) favors.
(Girlfriend needs more milk or SOMETHING!)