It Must Be Monday

I always think it's so sad when my kids get hurt. We've never had any major trauma, just a few bumps and bruises here and there.

I cringe whenever I hear about the battle wounds acquired by my sister's two little boys. Um hi--reconstructive surgery on her baby's nose when he was not quite 2? A 3-year-old with a seizure? Yikes! I always wondered how I would react in a situation like that.

Well, I guess today I got my chance to find out. I was walking into our apartment this morning, holding Ellie's hand. She caught her toe on something and fell. The problem is, I was still holding onto her hand. I heard a loud pop, and she started to cry.

She continued crying and whimpering for the next hour until she eventually fell asleep. I noticed in that time that she wasn't using her arm. So, I called the doctor's office. They couldn't get her in until tomorrow. Ugh!

Luckily, I have a friend who is a nurse. I called her to see what she thought I should do. Her advice was to take her to an orthopedic doctor today, if I could. Her reasoning: the pediatricians in this area would not treat her if it was a break. I might as well save myself some time and an extra doctor bill and just take her to the surgeon in the first place.

A break??!! Aaaa! How could my baby have a broken arm!

I have to confess, I went into panic mode a little bit when she told me that was a possibility. I, thankfully, was able to schedule an appointment for this afternoon. Kasey came home from work to hang out with Makayla so I wouldn't have to take her with me. (Fortunately, he wasn't working on location today.)

After lunch we drove over to the doctor's office. Poor little thing had a dislocated elbow. OUCH!! The doctor popped it back into place, and now Ellie is doing great! Of course, the sucker that she got from the doctor didn't hurt things any.