So, late yesterday afternoon, as Michael was getting ready to throw some Mother’s Day steaks on the grill, Annabelle came upstairs crying and holding her left arm. It took a good ten minutes to interpret through the wailing and sobbing that she had somehow taken a spill downstairs while watching TV with her sister and hurt her arm. We could see no visible injury, though she first said it hurt on the outside. After a few minutes she said it hurt on the inside, but I couldn’t see any swelling or bruising. Still trying to figure out what happened, I took her downstairs and had her reenact the incident, and to the best of what I could figure, she was rappelling off the side/arm of the futon downstairs and somehow slipped and fell backwards and landed on her arm.
You should listen to yeh muthuh. How many times have I told you the furniture isn’t playground equipment?
I wrapped her arm in an ice pack, and a half hour later she was still crying. She could bend her wrist this way and that, she could make a fist, but when she tried to bear weight on the arm, she cried harder.
Let me just say that, despite how it might look lately, we are not people who look for drama or run to the ER for every little thing. I was trying as hard as I could to rationalize not going to the ER. God, I hate that place. We have seen the halls and walls of that place way too many times.
But Annabelle would not stop crying, so finally I called our pediatrician’s after-hours number and spoke to one of his nurse practitioners who said “You need to take her to the ER.” Terrific.
We spent a couple of minutes weighing who should take her – i.e., what could Michael best handle, staying home with all the kids and feeding them and putting them to bed on his own, or taking Annabelle to the ER? We finally let Annabelle decide, and she wanted Daddy to take her.
A little while later, he texted me: buckle fractures to both her ulna and radius. Wow! I seriously thought it was a sprain, at worst. (But what do I know, right?)
A buckle fracture apparently results from a bone being compressed on itself, and it, well, buckles. If you were a technician or doctor, you would apparently be able to see tiny little fractures in this photo. As a lay person, you can see how one of the bones bulges slightly and the other is slightly bent. That’s where the fractures are.
So she got a temporary plaster splint that she will have on for a few days until the swelling goes down, and later this week she’ll get a bona fide cast (which she’s already promised I can be the first to sign!) that she’ll have to wear for a few weeks.
Michael said she was very brave, that everyone in the ER fawned over her (really, who can resist that impish little face?), and that she whistled in the backseat the whole way home. That’s our girl!
I kept her home from school today since she was up late last night with her little jaunt to the ER, plus they gave her pain meds that knocked her out. All day today she was as sweet as pie and positively docile. The little tornado that constantly tears through the house seems to be on temporary hiatus.
Also? The fingers she sucks are on her left hand! And with the cast, she can’t get her hand to her mouth! This may finally be the thing that breaks her (no pun intended) of the finger-sucking habit – and maybe the hair twirling/pulling to boot . . . ? A mom can hope, right?