{Broken Arm}

04.27.11

We had been housesitting for my parents for a week.  Craig was at school so Eliza and I were home alone.  We were in the middle of dinner (I was sitting at the bar- Eliza was in a highchair to the left of me).

I suddenly heard a loud crash and instantly knew.  I jumped off my chair and turned around to see my baby girl laying face first on the tile floor- food everywhere- glass shattered.

I grabbed her off the floor- and didn't even dare look at her- I knew it was bad.

I gave her some tylenol and then tried to "assess" the situation.

She was holding her arm and crying so I knew it was hurt.  She had a bump on her head but that was all I could see.  I called Craig and told her to come home- I thought her arm was probably broken.

She finally calmed down and acted fine so I thought maybe it would be ok.  I got her down on the ground and told her to crawl- but she wouldn't put pressure on her arm.

We decided to see how she was in the morning.

* Side note... The highchair is really old.  She was pushing really hard on the tray and somehow it popped off and flew off the chair- her momentum took her with it *

I took her into the dr the next morning- he played around with it a bit but thought she was ok.  He told me he would do an x-ray for my peace of mind- or I could watch it for a few days and see if it gets any better.

Of course I decided to save some bucks and wait.

The next morning I really felt like I needed to take her and get an x-ray.

Well sure enough- her little forearm was broken.  They called it a buckle break.  I felt horrible for letting it go a few days without a cast- but the Dr. kept assuring me she was fine.

So four weeks in a cast for us.  We are almost done- 1 week left of the dirty-stinky-bulky-ugly cast.

She's been a little trooper.