If I had to guess which of my babies would induct our family into the rite of passage known as a broken bone, I would have hands down guessed my little Lu. And I would have guessed correctly.
I got a call from Lucy's gymnastics coach during practice this week and I can't lie and say I rushed right over there. As a matter of fact I pretty much dismissed the whole thing as an over tired 1st grader getting used to her new gymnastics team 2 hour practice.
When I arrived Lucy was tiny bit teary eyed and told me all about her fall off the balance beam. Nothing a little Chick-fil-a for dinner wouldn't help...or so I thought. {insert Bad Mommy moment here}
As I pulled up to the restaurant I spotted an urgent care office in the shopping center. In a moment of, 'well, just maybe she really is hurt', we popped in. Sure enough they took kiddos, sure enough they did x-rays, and sure enough there was no line. I like to think of it as God saying, "come on Paula, this is real, take care of your little one'.
And so we did. A few x-rays later the amazing doc decided this girl might actually have a break. He gave Lucy a generic sling until he could get her x-rays over to a pediatric orthopedist.
There was nothing left to do, except wait and go have that Chick-fil-a for dinner.
The next morning I got a call from the Pediatric Ortho. I took Lucy in, with a little moral support from her bestie, and after more x-rays, it was confirmed Lucy did indeed break her arm way up by the shoulder. Which meant they couldn't cast it, but she would be given this lovely immobilizer sling for 6 weeks! Then 3 weeks of rehab and then she could possibly return to gymnastics.
Baby girl was devastated!
And if I'm being honest, so is mama. Lucy is loving the attention, but completely struggling with losing her independence. We are talking about the toddler we nicknamed Lucy "me do it" Cibula.
Wish us luck and quick healing time as I keep my most active child restrained for 9 weeks!
