Broken Bones

With three kids, it was bound to happen eventually, and last night it did. Since Olivia’s the oldest, I guess it makes sense that she would be the first (and hopefully only) of our kids to break a bone, or bones in her case.

Minutes before family friends came over for dinner, Olivia ran into the house crying. She said she fell down running and her arm hurt. Bad. Admittedly, I was preoccupied so I took a quick glance at the injured arm, didn’t see any blood, gave her some ice, and sent her to back outside to play. She did so begrudgingly, and I went back to the task at hand: making margaritas. Yep, this will not be my proudest parental moment.

Our friends arrived and since Olivia didn’t really complain anymore about her arm, I didn’t think about it again until the end of the night, which was about four hours after she fell. By then, her wrist was swollen. Very swollen. Van and I debated whether to take her to the E.R. or not. I was leaning against it. It was late, we were tired, we had two extra kids over for a sleepover, and Olivia had gone for hours without saying anything about it. We were in a conundrum. I looked at Olivia’s face. She looked in pain. I looked at her wrist. It was swollen. Van and I decided it was better to be safe than sorry. In the end, we were sorry we didn’t go to the E.R. earlier.

Van took her while I stayed home. The first text I got from him was at 9:39 p.m. and it said, “Full house at the ER.” About an hour later, a nursing assistant took a look at Olivia and ordered some X-Rays. Uh-oh. It was right about then the Mom guilt set in. Van kept me updated with texts and photos of Olivia.

A Patient E.R. Patient at 10:54 p.m.

At 11:01 p.m., we got the diagnosis. Fractured both bones in her left wrist. Ouch!

It’s called a buckle fracture, which we’re told is pretty common, and usually heals up pretty well. We’ll learn more on Tuesday, when Olivia sees an orthopedist and gets a full cast.

As awful and guilt-ridden as I feel, I am one proud Momma for the way Olivia handled herself. She really didn’t cry, and Van said she only got upset when she found out she’ll have to stay on the sidelines for most of the soccer season. She’s already trying to decide what color cast to get, and I suspect is secretly looking forward to showing it off to her friends at school.

 

 

3 thoughts on “Broken Bones

  1. OMG! I have to say I truly LOL’ed… This would be me… I’m always saying “oh you’re fine!” Awesome that she’s such a tough chick- that will serve her well!

  2. OMG! I truly LOL’ed! This would be me. I’m always saying “you’re fine!” Awesome she’s such a tough chick! That will serve her well!

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