Well when I pictured a mad dash to the hospital in the middle of a May night, I certainly didn’t envision bringing my eldest along.
Unfortunately, she was the patient this time, not myself.
Yesterday started as a busy but good day. MG and I ended it at a friend’s house, watching some children from small group so that the adults could help paint at a new house for one of the couples.
The kids were all playing on an indoor Little Tykes slide and MG was enjoying going down over and over. We were only about 10 minutes away from leaving when I turned my vision away from the slide to finish a conversation with my friend.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see MG tumble and roll off of the slide onto her shoulder. It was one of those things that happened so fast, I’m not sure if I’m making the memory up or if I actually witnessed it. What I do vividly remember, however, is the distinct look of pain that crossed her face as she lay there stunned on the floor.
She’s no crier when it comes to spills and falls (N and I think it’s more of an embarrassment thing than a pain thing), but I knew instantly this was different.
Like a good certified First Aid citizen, I quickly assessed the situation before I picked her up. She instantly clasped her hand to her neck as the sobs took over. In between hyperventilating breaths, she kept saying that she wanted to go home, and I attempted to get her to calm down and relax before we made our exit. I called N on the way home (who was finishing up painting), and let him know that a trip to the ER might be in our near future.
At home, I was able to get her distracted and we attempted to evaluate her. She was able to fully move her arm but showed some discomfort when reaching out. There was no swelling though, and I was able to press all over her neck, shoulder, and arm and she never winced or cried out. At that point, we figured it had to be a bruise and decided we would see how the rest of the night went before taking her in in the morning.
With the help of some Motrin, she was able to fall asleep, but about every two hours she woke up, miserable and crying out in pain. Poor baby :(.
At 4am, we decided that she was only getting worse and we’d better just take her in and see what they could do for her.
I do have to say, that was the calmest ride to the ER I’ve ever had. Maybe because I’m an old pro now 🙂 but probably because I wasn’t worried about a high fever or some kind of mysterious ailment. I knew exactly what was wrong and that they could help us.
She also perked up in the car for the first time since the accident. “I sick today, Mommy. I need the doctor.” And when we pulled in the lot, “I get sticker?!!??” (she walked away with 5)
Fortunately, no bloody nor dismembered patients were waiting in the lobby and we were seen right away.
It did take a little sticker bribery, but she was able to point out to the doctor the exact point that was in pain on her shoulder.
A quick x-ray confirmed what we all were thinking: collarbone fracture.
The good news is that it should heal on its own in the next week or so.
The bad news is that she has to wear a sling and not jump, climb, or fall until it is completely healed.
The doctor, being a dad of 4 himself, wants her to be seen by a pediatric bone specialist next week to make sure it heals up nicely. As he put it–she is a female and will want to wear tank tops in the future. (but if it doesn’t, at least she and Daddy will have matching clavicles :))
Thanks to all who have checked in, prayed for her comfort and healing, and to a sweet friend who brought over a little “get well” gift for MG (and one for me too!) And to my in-laws who are bringing over dinner tonight. There’s nothing like a little accident to make you feel loved.
Poor thing has happily worn her “special swing“, but has been in a lot of pain since last night. We’re all hoping for a little more peaceful sleep tonight.
And that the fashion accessory will be gone before Mayby arrives. (is it bad that one of my first thoughts at the scene of the accident was “oh no my child is going to be wearing a neckbrace when she meets her sister for the first time?”)
And that the next late night trip to the hospital is the one we’ve all been looking forward too.
And that Mayby stays in there for a little bit longer. Big Sis is going to need full use of both limbs, afterall, to hold her 🙂