|Terrible photo with terrible lighting and a lovely view of my neglected flower garden. Plus a bizarre shadow on Bria's leg.|
It should be pretty obvious from today's photo just what kind of break I am referring to.
And you shouldn't be surprised that the child with the break is my accident prone Sophia. I'm pretty sure she's been to the ER for accident related injuries more than any of my other children. And she's also the only child of mine to ever fall out of a swing and land on her face, though I should be finding some wood to knock on, because it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility that Bria will do the same thing tomorrow...
Bria did break her foot once, after all. When she was three and decided to jump down seven steps instead of the more doable two.
Last night, we were at a party with lots of friends, food, fireworks, and fun. And, also, one fractured fibula. Sophia's fractured fibula, in case you hadn't already guessed. She had a wonderful time playing with friends and running around outside and cracking the pinata and doing water games. Until she fell.
She tried to be so stoic, that it was a while before I realized how much she was hurting. She was watching the fireworks with silent tears streaming down her face. I had gotten her some ice to see if it would help, and we had given her some ibuprofen, but it was obvious she was in a lot of pain, even though she was trying to hide it.
Joel thought we should go home and watch it and see how it was in the morning. My gut told me to take her in. So, I had Joel drop me and Sophia off at the Emergency Room while he took the older girls home and then pick us up when we were done.
The ER was kind of like a ghost town, so we got in quickly. She refused to put any weight on her foot, so they took the whole gurney down to X-Ray.
Fifteen minutes later the doctor came in and confirmed a small fracture in her fibula. He used a fancy word that I have since tried to Google and cannot find. But it's minor. Still, it's a broken bone. And my baby hurts.
They put her in an air cast for now, and then we are to see her regular doctor this week and see how to proceed from now. The nurse came down and popped the cast on and handed her a set of crutches, which--I must say--she was more than a little excited about. The nurse taught her how to use them, and thankfully, she caught on super quickly.
And then we wheeled her out to the car! Quickest ER visit in history, and for a broken bone even!
She has been remarkably good-natured about the whole thing (I think she feels special), but she is more than a little upset that her soccer season has ended prematurely. Today she has shown that she can definitely use those crutches. And it is somewhat excruciating for this child to sit still, so she crutches around the living room in circles. When she is not on the couch crying in pain.
In other news, there is only one week of summer left. Thankfully, the weather has complied and we got one more good beach trip in. I'm guessing the crutches are going to put the kibosh on any other trips this summer. Phooey.
I'm not ready for fall, so hopefully this week lasts forever.