a new mommy skill: dealing with broken bones

Tuesday my daughter was at gymnastics and, as usual, I fluctuated between watching her & making sure my two boys were behaving.  In a moment of glancing away from her, she fell off of the balance beam.  I was immediately alerted to this fact by her piercing scream.

I ran down to the main floor, hopped over the barricade, and out onto the mats.  After about 5 minutes of ice and soothing her, I could tell by the look on her face that this pain was FOR REAL.  Like, there was NOTHING that was going to calm her down.

I decided to take her to a nearby emergency hospital where they immediately x-rayed her arm and let me know it was broken, and they gave her her first dose of morphine to be able to do more x-rays.

Afterwards, we were shuttled to the hospital via ambulance where we were to await surgery to pin the bones she broke back into place.

This is a description of what happened to her…

This is the most common elbow fracture in children, about 60% of fractures in children. It is most common in children <10, peak incidence is between the ages of 5-8 years of age. Primarily in children who are around age 7 years, which is often a period of maximum ligamentous laxity; therefore, the elbow hyperextends when the child tries to catch himself or herself during a fall

So, right on.  She is 6 1/2 , so right at the exact age that this happens to most commonly.  She was trying to catch herself from a fall. Had she been a few years older, the same fall would have most likely not produced the same result.

That first night was agonizing.  It’s brutal when your child is in so much pain not even morphine will cut through it.  She kept begging me to have her surgery “now”, over and over, because she knew that was the only way the pain would stop.

The next afternoon, she got what she wanted, and at last the excruciating pain of broken bones moving around in her arm was ended.

We’re home now, and to think about the past 48 hours is mind-blowing.  It’s amazing how quickly my to-do list can be tossed out the door when something more important comes along.  I’ve handed over responsibility after responsibility with a complete sense of peace.. and that’s not easy for a more Type A, gotta-do-things-my-way kind of girl.

I’m also learning a whole new set of mommy skills as far as how to deal with a broken bone.  She requires so much help right now, because even being pinned together, her arm is still very sore and swollen.

I have to help her to the toilet.

I have to help her stand up and walk around to combat the dizziness she feels after siting still for so long.

I have to get her dressed.

I have to ask friends with older daughters for clothes that will fit around her splint!

I have to accept the help of friends who want to bring dinners.

I have to wrap an arm in a trash bag to give a bath.

I have to make sure my wild-child Brady doesn’t jump on the bed with her.

I have to admit that the world and events do go on without me, and that I am exactly where I need to be.

Honestly, I always thought she would be my broken bone child.  I did.  She wasn’t endowed with an overly-generous amount of grace in her DNA. 🙂  This is the same child I had to take to the ER after she twirled her way into a TV stand at Princess Dance Camp. 😉

I am so sorry this happened to her, and I wish I could trade places with her; I’d do it too, in a heartbeat.

The best part about all of this has been watching the Body of Christ jump into action and surround us with care and love.  I have not wanted for anything, nor have I worried about anything (except Rachel!) during this time.  I’m so thankful that we have so many people who love us, her and Jesus enough to drop what they’re doing to help us.  It’s been humbling.

 

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