Last Friday night I spent my time running between the bathroom and the couch. The girls had been sleeping on me and I had been getting those gross hot and cold spells that signal something is just not right. How could I know that my constant puking would be a high point in the week? I couldn’t have.
This week everyone in this household felt gross and lethargic.
exhibit 1:
exhibit 2:
So as the weekend rolled around we were all pretty excited to spend it just sitting around and feeling gross. The last part of our week is Sadie’s dance class at a local “little gym.” We like it because while she gets to learn tap and ballet, she also gets to work on her coordination and strength in the gym. About ten minutes before the end of class, Sadie and her friends were all running in a giant circle pretending to be airplanes. Sadie took a spill, but she let out a very loud cry.
This is notable because unless she is really in pain, Sadie doesn’t really cry if she gets hurt. I once saw her toppled by a speeding tricycle at school. All of the adults on the playground braced for a scream appropriate for such a collision. Instead, Sadie brushed herself off, got up, and ran off to play. So when she let out a giant wail, I knew something wasn’t right. I entered the gym and took one look at her arm and I knew something was very wrong. It was hanging down in a bend where it should have been straight. My mom and my Bubbe were hanging out with us during class, and they helped collect Sadie’s things and wrangle Olive to the car while I slung Sadie over my shoulder and whisked her away to the car.
We drove directly to the emergency room of the local children’s hospital which was just down the street from Sadie’s class. Brett met us there and they admitted her very quickly and began to prep her to X-ray her arm. Part of the procedure was to give her a shot of morphine in order to move her arm around while they X-rayed it. A doctor kind of prodded and poked Sadie’s arm, and he kept asking her if it hurt. In typical Sadie fashion, she just kept saying no. It got to the point that the Doctor had the nurses stop prepping the shot, and he told us he thought that perhaps she had just bent her bone instead of breaking it. I was pretty skeptical. Both Brett and I mentioned how just this morning her arm didn’t bend that way, but they were pretty sure a kid would be screaming bloody murder if her arm were broken. Ha.
The X-rays showed that she had broken both the bones in her forearm. They gave her some lortab and reset the bones. That was when Sadie was most upset and said, “This realllllly hurts!” I guess the normal reaction is much more violent as they asked Brett and I to sit down so we wouldn’t pass out watching the process.
Sadie was most concerned with a school party that was being held Friday evening. She had picked out an outfit, including a wig, and she was dead set on going. In fact, the most tears in the ER came from the fact that she might miss the party.
So an hour after we were discharged from the ER we were at an 80’s themed dance party. The sling they gave us was too big for her arm, so I made Sadie a fancy new one before we left for the party.
On Wednesday we will be heading to back to the hospital to get Sadie’s splint off and a plaster cast put on for 4-6 weeks. She is keeping herself busy by trying to decide what color of cast to get. In the hospital they gave Sadie and Olive both these little dolls called “Hospital Buddies.
