Broken Arm #3

It was a slow Sunday evening after church around 4pm and Jon was at work. Taylee had learned how to climb up and down the bunk bed now and was proficient at it. Today I was in the bunk room with her hanging up the kids clothes in the closet with my back turned to her and just as I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the last part of the fall, the thud. I immediately picked her up and she started crying but soon calmed down. From the way she fell, it looked like it could have been a shoulder or a clavicle problem so I checked them out first. No problems there. Every now and again she would hold her forearm and say, "ouch". I put her down and she seem fine until she would try to climb on something and use her right hand. So I inspected her wrist bending it every which way and she cried. So I called Jon at work and told him of the situation and he decided to come home. I dropped the kids off at the Hunsakers and left for the ER. The kids were excited to see Jon pick them up because it had been 3 days since they last saw him and were not expecting him until tomorrow morning. While in the ER waiting, I reminisced with old co-workers until it was time for xray. Taylee did so good. Not one peep out of her since the fall. Since it didn't seem to phase her much, I thought it might not be broken. Luckily she was good in xray because I couldn't hold her as I am pregnant and a stranger had to do my job. Sure enough it was broken. A buckle fracture through the radius and the ulna. Luckily there was no need to push or pull on it, unlike Brody's broken arm. They splinted her up for the Ortho follow-up the next day and we headed home.

Aren't we lucky?! Every time one of our children get close to the age of 2 they break an arm. Just last week I was thinking about how we are getting closer and closer to age 2 and how our luck just runs out for a short time and someone breaks something. Look at that pretty pink cast!!! The next day on Monday we headed to ortho for the follow-up. Rylee and Brody picked the color...well, actually Brody said that he wanted her to have "a brown cast so it would look like poo". Funny enough they had a brown color to choose from, but I refused. Boys will be boys. I took the three out to lunch after her cast was placed. Lucky for me, kids are so resilient.