We tried something new this Thanksgiving.
Nope. Not a recipe. Not a new game. Not shopping on Black Friday. Not even something REALLY fun like sleeping in.
Olivia and I took a trip. To the Emergency Room. Where we discovered (much to my surprise, actually) that she had broken her wrist.
Oh, and to make it even better, she had to have a HUGE splint on to immobilize it for 6 (!!!!) days. We were out of state when it happened and they wouldn’t cast it immediately to accomodate swelling (of which she had none). Then it was the weekend and orthopedic doctors don’t have office hours, which was too bad because Olivia was VERY intrigued by the idea of getting a cast from the same doctor that casted me several times as a teenager. 🙂 Then we weren’t able to get an appointment here at home until the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.
I think I just about lost my mind trying to follow the emergency room orders of “don’t let it get bumped around at all until it’s casted”. Uhhh, she’s an eight year old kid. With two younger siblings. And an hours-long car ride home in which she sits at the very back of the mini-van where I cannot keep the closest eye on her.
But it gets even better. At her appointment last Tuesday, I learned that the location of her break is a prime spot for “bone slipping”–when the bone shifts and causes it to heal unevenly aligned. Nice. That earned Olivia an above-the-elbow cast and weekly appointments for x-rays to check alignment. After three weeks, we get to move to a shorter cast and xrays for 3 more weeks.
Perhaps you’re asking what happens if they discover, at any point, that the bone has slipped. I sure did. Well, it turns out that they’d sedate her, re-break the bone, and start the process all over again. Gah. It makes my stomach turn just thinking about it.
Luckily, things look good so far. She was just xrayed today and everything looks perfect. I did tell Olivia that she is NOT ALLOWED to break any more bones, though. She also had a major to-do about 3 years ago when she fell off a chair, dislocated her elbow, and came very close to severing a nerve. That particular incident also happens to be one of my most horrible “bad mother” stories, so I’ll just save it for another day.
Needless to say, this year’s something new is not a Thanksgiving tradition I hope to continue!