sticks and stones...
who needs 'em.
i was sitting at lunch today with some friends, one of which is expecting her second baby boy[next week!] and we were chatting about illness and injury and all the things that you worry about. and it got me to thinking about how the worry never ceases ~ as an expecting mother- the hopes and prayers that they are born healthy, and then a new mother-concerns that they grow and develop at a rate that is, for lack of a better word, 'normal'...walking and talking when they should, etc., and how the worries change as they grow...how are they doing in school, do they have friends to play with on the playground, did they eat their lunch, drink enough water after playing in the heat...you get the picture.
well, worry as you might, you can't keep them completely out of harm's way.
last weekend i was out flitting about with a friend, having lunch and doing some shopping when my phone rang. it was E calling to tell me that the girl had fallen while playing at the park and was 'hurt' enough that she wanted to go home, but that he didn't think she was 'injured'. She cried for a while, put some ice on it and was resting watching tv. saturday night she had some tylenol, went to bed and didn't sleep as well as she could have. sunday morning she woke and could move it pretty well, as she did the day before, but she still wasn't using it.
so, better safe than sorry, we decided to go and see a doctor and get an x-ray, which i think she was pretty excited about...so long as they didn't intend to draw blood.
two hours later, she has her arm in a splint and cool pictures to show daddy...its a torus fracture to her right radius.
the worst part about that being, and i quote, 'its my coloring and sticker hand.'
poor girl, she's now learning to peel and stick stickers with her left had, since daddy bought her some new posterboards.
and today is picture day at school, she said, "oooh nooo, how are we going to take a picture with a cast?" i hope she smiles...
and with the added care to the arm, we almost missed the bus...which means i didn't get a chance to take pictures of her before school like i did last year.
but i will put up some pictures this evening...since we won't be going to gymnastics, probably for a while, i may just have some extra time tonight.
i was sitting at lunch today with some friends, one of which is expecting her second baby boy[next week!] and we were chatting about illness and injury and all the things that you worry about. and it got me to thinking about how the worry never ceases ~ as an expecting mother- the hopes and prayers that they are born healthy, and then a new mother-concerns that they grow and develop at a rate that is, for lack of a better word, 'normal'...walking and talking when they should, etc., and how the worries change as they grow...how are they doing in school, do they have friends to play with on the playground, did they eat their lunch, drink enough water after playing in the heat...you get the picture.
well, worry as you might, you can't keep them completely out of harm's way.
last weekend i was out flitting about with a friend, having lunch and doing some shopping when my phone rang. it was E calling to tell me that the girl had fallen while playing at the park and was 'hurt' enough that she wanted to go home, but that he didn't think she was 'injured'. She cried for a while, put some ice on it and was resting watching tv. saturday night she had some tylenol, went to bed and didn't sleep as well as she could have. sunday morning she woke and could move it pretty well, as she did the day before, but she still wasn't using it.
so, better safe than sorry, we decided to go and see a doctor and get an x-ray, which i think she was pretty excited about...so long as they didn't intend to draw blood.
two hours later, she has her arm in a splint and cool pictures to show daddy...its a torus fracture to her right radius.
the worst part about that being, and i quote, 'its my coloring and sticker hand.'
poor girl, she's now learning to peel and stick stickers with her left had, since daddy bought her some new posterboards.
and today is picture day at school, she said, "oooh nooo, how are we going to take a picture with a cast?" i hope she smiles...
and with the added care to the arm, we almost missed the bus...which means i didn't get a chance to take pictures of her before school like i did last year.
but i will put up some pictures this evening...since we won't be going to gymnastics, probably for a while, i may just have some extra time tonight.
posted by LiveLee at 12:35 PM
2 Comments:
I hate those kind of phone calls. Poor little girl.
Oh no! I hope she heals fast and well!
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