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First and last of any.

We are seriously hoping this is the first and last of ANY trips to the emergency room.  That's right.  I said it.  Emergency room.  Last night, after giving Bug a bath, in an attempt to get Bug off the floor during a semi-tantrum to put on some pajama's, Daddy heard a POP!  Then Mommy heard some crying.  It was done.  After hoping it was just a dramatic attempt on her part to postpone bedtime, we tried to put her shirt on and as she cooperatively lifted her left arm through the sleeve of the shirt, her right would not move.  AH!  This was it- our first trip to the emergency room...at 9:25pm on a Sunday night.  

Shirtless, wrapped in a blanket, waiting to be seen.  As we were bringing her in we saw a "safe drop off" sign for parents who drop off babies they can no longer take care of.  I feared people would think we were dropping her off, wrapped in a blanket.  No.  We do not want to drop off our 2 year old kid.  She's just kind of broken right now.  :/  Hey, you have to make light of some situations...especially when all you do is freak out and you have no idea why your kid is broken.  Gotta keep calm for Buggy's sake.

After being examined for what Mommy and Daddy thought to be a sprained finger or wrist, the doctor popped Buggy's ELBOW back into place.  A dislocated elbow?!!?!  This mother just died!  Not that a sprained finger or wrist would have been any better.  It turns out that nursemaid's elbow is quite common for kids her age- due to being picked up the wrong way, or being "dragged by siblings"  (doctor's words, not mine).  After popping her elbow in place, the doctor instructed we wait with Bug in the waiting room before being admitted for X-rays, to see if popping her elbow back into place would help.  Sure enough, it did.  Within 5 minutes, Bug was thrashing her right arm in the air, demanding to play...in the waiting room.  9:55pm.

We quickly told the nurse, who then asked us to wait a few more minutes for the doctor to clear her.  As the nurse called other patients in, she witnessed Bug in the waiting room, throwing her arms around without pain and mouthed to me, "Oh, I see.  Yeah, she's better."
 
Here she is, all better, getting cleared by the doctor.


Proving to Mommy that her arm is 100% better and that she can actually lift it up and down.  Leaps and bounds better than the hour before.  10:35pm.

Time to head home.

I'm not going to lie. Being admitted into an actual room would have terrified this kid and to get X-rays...well forget about it!  Lol.  On our way home, Bug told me that Dr. Nish's friend made her better and gave her medicine.  :)  See?  She's always thinking of her doctor friends.  Lol.

So I was that parent who documented everything in the emergency room so that I could have proof that one time, Bug broke something or other and that was the first and last time...right?  :)

God Bless,
Kat

Comments

  1. WyattAugust 12, 2013 at 10:23 AM

    Daddy is sorry buggy! I won't pull you up by your hand/wrist anymore.

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