At least her arm is. :-(
Abi went down the street to play with her friend yesterday while we waited for Em's mouth to wake up (after school dental work) before dinner. It wasn't 15 minutes before Abi called in hysterics...ANARMYONMETRAMPOLINE!?? No, she hurt her arm after playing on Amy's trampoline. Yes, I know trampolines are dangerous. This is why we don't have one. But neither Amy's mom or grandma ever asked whether it was okay for Abi to play on theirs and I never said she couldn't.
I grabbed my purse and drove down there because I just knew, in that way that mom's just know things--especially bad things. Amy's grandma, who'd been sitting outside watching them, thought she might be okay. She's actually suggested Abi go ahead and walk home. Apparently, she hadn't seen the "extra elbow" a few inches forward of the one Abi had when she got there. Eeewwww.
The girl knows how to do it up right...both bones (warning for the weak-stomached: this and the next link to her x rays), an OR reduction and a lovely (though plain old white) fingertip to underarm cast.
Abi was really brave though. She cried when the x ray tech kept trying to make her arm straight and flat for the x rays. Uh...hello? It's BROKEN--see the extra elbow??--and she's had NO PAIN MEDS and you're PUSHING THE ENDS OF HER BONES DOWN onto your plate there, chickie. Quit it the hell out or I'll hurt you. The only other time she cried was during the three sticks to get an IV started. Poor kiddo.
Odd though, the twins came home from NICU ten years ago the 20th…and a few days later, Kait (now 21) jumped a beach chair on her roller blades, fell coming down on the other side…and broke her arm. The first week of Graham’s 4th or 5th grade, his friend rode a bike through some bushes right into Graham…breaking both bones in his lower leg. Come to think of it, Kait started school on crutches one year after breaking her foot while we were on vacation. I think it’s some kind of tradition in our family.
There are times I'm really glad we only have twenty seven (random number most often thrown out by friends by way of saying too damn many kids to count) kids. Out of the seven who've grown up together, only Kai and Emily haven't broken anything. But Kai was attacked by a neighbor's dog a couple years ago and nearly lost his eye. I'm going to wrap Em in bubble wrap.
(yes, I'm up to my tricks of backdating posts I should have made but didn't)
Abi went down the street to play with her friend yesterday while we waited for Em's mouth to wake up (after school dental work) before dinner. It wasn't 15 minutes before Abi called in hysterics...ANARMYONMETRAMPOLINE!?? No, she hurt her arm after playing on Amy's trampoline. Yes, I know trampolines are dangerous. This is why we don't have one. But neither Amy's mom or grandma ever asked whether it was okay for Abi to play on theirs and I never said she couldn't.
I grabbed my purse and drove down there because I just knew, in that way that mom's just know things--especially bad things. Amy's grandma, who'd been sitting outside watching them, thought she might be okay. She's actually suggested Abi go ahead and walk home. Apparently, she hadn't seen the "extra elbow" a few inches forward of the one Abi had when she got there. Eeewwww.
The girl knows how to do it up right...both bones (warning for the weak-stomached: this and the next link to her x rays), an OR reduction and a lovely (though plain old white) fingertip to underarm cast.
Abi was really brave though. She cried when the x ray tech kept trying to make her arm straight and flat for the x rays. Uh...hello? It's BROKEN--see the extra elbow??--and she's had NO PAIN MEDS and you're PUSHING THE ENDS OF HER BONES DOWN onto your plate there, chickie. Quit it the hell out or I'll hurt you. The only other time she cried was during the three sticks to get an IV started. Poor kiddo.
Odd though, the twins came home from NICU ten years ago the 20th…and a few days later, Kait (now 21) jumped a beach chair on her roller blades, fell coming down on the other side…and broke her arm. The first week of Graham’s 4th or 5th grade, his friend rode a bike through some bushes right into Graham…breaking both bones in his lower leg. Come to think of it, Kait started school on crutches one year after breaking her foot while we were on vacation. I think it’s some kind of tradition in our family.
There are times I'm really glad we only have twenty seven (random number most often thrown out by friends by way of saying too damn many kids to count) kids. Out of the seven who've grown up together, only Kai and Emily haven't broken anything. But Kai was attacked by a neighbor's dog a couple years ago and nearly lost his eye. I'm going to wrap Em in bubble wrap.
(yes, I'm up to my tricks of backdating posts I should have made but didn't)
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I just thought I was drinking something funny in my coffee this morning.
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