I was going to write something all happy and inspirational - really I totally was - but then....just as our co-op meeting was starting, Camille came in saying she had fallen. And I took one look at her and said, "What did you break?" And she said, "Nothing. But I fell on my back."
I knew she had broken something. She had that shocky look - big eyes - pale face - rubbery vibrating quality to her. But obviously, it wasn't her back that was broken. She was holding her wrist.
I am not good with Broken Things. If something breaks around the house I just want a new one....I am turned off completely by anything that dares to be broken. Now if you add humans to the list of broken things I am more than turned off - I become downright disgusted, nauseous, and depending on whether or not there is blood involved - quite useless. So it was with great trepidation that I looked at her wrist, and I had one foot halfway out the door when I did it. That's right. When things are Really Bad...I run. My kids will tell you that they were often amazed when on the playground, kids would fall and get injured and their moms would run TOWARD them instead of AWAY. If my kids really needed my assistance, they had to catch me first. Stop bleeding and we'll talk! I'd yell.
The wrist didn't look bad. There was no bone poking up through the skin, there was no bone sticking up almost but not quite through the skin, and nothing was bent the wrong way. I relaxed. But I knew it was broken - because we were literally covered in the broken bone fog - that feeling that something is not right and is, in fact, broken. Do you feel that fog when something's wrong? Maybe I'm just special. Anyway - I was all Mature and Adult-Like in front of the other mamas....getting ice, settling her on my bed, etc. I didn't rush her to the hospital right away because I really wanted to wait and see if maybe I was wrong - maybe in 30 minutes or so she'd be right back out there trying to get in the tree (that's how she fell). After co-op, however, her wrist was swollen and she was still quite content to lie in my bed, which is very unusual for this kid. Joel The Lifeguard looked at it and pronounced it sprained. He asked if she needed a floatation device.
We had about 2 hours until we needed to leave for Ellie's Un-Graduation party. Dang! I threw her in the bus and we headed to the ER - where she was pronounced the happiest patient they'd had all day. The idea that she had broken a bone (her first) was quite thrilling for her. She's my little attention-hog. We were seen quickly - it was deemed quite broken - and we see an orthopedist we keep on retainer on Monday. (He's seen 3 of my kids in the past few months - remember Jules' broken hand that happened that weekend we tried to leave to celebrate our anniversary? You know the weekend - the one where Ellie wrecked the car while we were gone trying to celebrate our anniversary? Yeah - THAT WEEKEND.)
I'm sorry! I'm still lamenting, aren't I? You didn't come here for lamenting! So here's some pics from Ellie's party. It was a nice little group shot and then Jeff jumped in at the last minute. He looks like an axe murderer who's about to start picking these kids off one by one.