Please. I beg you.

If you do one thing the summer...

Please.

I'm begging you.

Watch your kids when they're on the trampoline.
Accidents happen. Trust me. I know.

We spent a super weekend visiting friends in Minnesota. As we were getting set to leave, Big Girl bonked her knee to her mouth, knocking one of her teeth (adult mind you) out of place. We iced it best we could and got an appointment first thing at the dentist Monday morning.

The dentist quickly referred us to an oral surgeon. He set the tooth to rights and braced it with wire and bonding agent for the next six weeks.

Six weeks. Like a broken arm.
I spent the day yesterday with a shadow. Or a tail. She didn't get much further than five feet from me. I'd leave the room and hear, "mom, where are you?!?" Most of the day was spent on the couch with her.

Today she's off all pain medication and seems to be doing better. She's still pretty much on 'baby food,' but is handling it better than I would.

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In other news...

I spent most of yesterday just trying to get caught up.

Laundry, mostly.

Six loads of laundry were in baskets -

Some folded.

Some not. And yes, there's another load in the dryer.

But all clean and needing to be put away.

I like having clean clothes, it just getting them there that drives me a bit crazy. I'm really good at starting a load, washing it, and getting it in the dryer. That's where I falter a bit. I have a bad tendency to 'not hear' the buzzer at the end of the dryer's cycle. When I go back to check on them, they're dry but I just want to fluff them 'a minute or two' before getting them out. I usually fluff each load, um... more than once before getting them out.

Last night I cowboyed up and got the clothes folded and put away.

Today? Today is a new day.

Viola - my new clothes line. It folds for easy storage (read: it's not sitting out there all the time driving my husband crazy), and I dug the hole for the quick-crete in the landscaping rocks (read: there isn't a concrete circle in our green yard). Also, it's better for the clothes and the enviroment. Go me.

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Other fun stuff, because we know how dazzling talking about laundry is-

Homemade dress for the Toddler...

Homemade whip (a la Indiana Jones) for the boy...

There are very specific rules for the whip - only hit the ground and rocks. No people.

The girl with a broken wing is continuing to get better. She spent most of yesterday doing one of her favorite things...

Watching TV in the garage. Hey, it gets her out of the house - right?!?

I don't know how else to say it.

Thank you all so much for your wonderfully kind words the last couple days. They all mean so much to me!

My big girl is feeling much better today. Much.

As far as how it happened - she fell forward out of a swing. Landed on her arm.

Monday we took her off the oxycodone at the suggestion of the orthopedist. For the most part, although it was managing her pain, it made her terribly nauseous. He said that most pediatric patients do well with Advil or if we'd like he could write us a script to Tylenol 3 (w/codeine). Yes. Please.

Yesterday we managed the pain during the day with children's ibuprofen and the T3 at night. Of course, she didn't get up until 10 am yesterday. We also went to her softball practice - she still wants to go and watch.

In talking to one of the other (highly opinionated) parents, I relayed that the doctor had said that after 10 days, they'll take off the cast, do more x-rays and most likely put on another. After that, if she wants to try softball, she's welcome to. The other mother went off- "Well, if it was my child I just wouldn't let her. You just don't want to mess with the growth plates. You could harm her for life." I calmly replied, "Everyone has an opinion. I guess that I'll take the word of a doctor who's seen countless injuries like this and is a specialist in dealing with broken bones. You realize they mold casts to fit hockey sticks, right?" Turned, and walked away.

Opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one. Thing is, if this other mother's child broke her arm, she'd try and get the season delayed so her daughter could still participate. Oh well...

Today, she's had one does of ibuprofen and is under strict orders to tell me if she needs more. Otherwise, she's back to picking on/teasing her brother.

Of course, she's still managing to play up her arm for all it's worth! I wouldn't expect anything less.


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Those are the breaks, kid

Fortunately, we have a very good pediatric emergency hospital.

Unfortunately, we had to use it last night.

While I was out for a run, my daughter broke her arm.

Fortunately, we have wonderful neighbors that stepped in and took the other two kids so my husband could take her to the hospital.

Clearly, they don't want her in pain...
Fortunately, they gave her plenty of morphine, so as they were trying to ease it back in place it didn't hurt.

Unfortunately, she threw up when we got home.


Fortunately, the kind of break she has (in her growth plate, by her wrist) is a fast healer and will unlikely have any lasting effects.

Unfortunately, she'll be in a cast for 4 -6 weeks.

Fortunately, we live in a world with wonderful medical advances.

Unfortunately, my daughter has this look on her face...




Any healing thoughts you have would be much appreciated.


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