Supracondylar

Yesterday Paige and Cason were in the playroom. I went to check on them and they were dancing around. Paige told me to leave because they were practicing their "show" and wanted it to be a surprise. So I went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner.

A few minutes later I heard Paige not exactly crying, but kind of whimpering. So I went running and saw her come running out of the playroom holding her left elbow, clearly in pain. I had a feeling it was broken, because she had a weird, panicky look on her face and she ran for the couch. At first she was saying it hurt, and "don't touch it don't touch it, don't look at it!". She got on the couch and tried to hold it away from us so we wouldn't be able to touch it. She heard us say we needed to go and she started frantically telling us "It doesn't hurt that bad, it doesn't hurt that bad. I just need to watch a movie and rest." She also refused to tell me how it happened.

SO....she spent about 6 hours at the ER. At first I dropped Jess off at the door with her and went to park. We went inside to wait, but then they called her back right when I was gone to the bathroom to help Cason. So we drove around a bit waiting for a call, and then just parked by the ER again. Cason wasn't very worried. He told me she "fell off the zebra and broked her arm." But he was in his usual, happy go lucky mood.
Finally Jess called and told me they took x-rays, and she was really good for it, even though it clearly hurt when they extended it. She fractured her humerus, near the elbow, of course on her good hand. They also said they needed to do a ct scan to help them decide whether or not she'd need surgery. :( I NEVER would have guessed Paige would be the one to break a bone. I didn't want it to happen to any of them, but if it had to, I would have bet quite a bit of money it would be Cason.

So Grama and Tyra watched Neely and Cason for me. (At Grama's, because Jess had our house keys and I forgot mine, ha.) Grama Trudi bought and delivered baby food in case Neely got hungry, and neither of the babysitters is lactating. Haha.

So I finally got to go see her. She was so cute, Jess was in bed with her, as her pillow, and she was kind of in front of him leaning back against him. She looked pretty sad, but was quiet and sweet. Jess told me she was so tough the whole time. I thought so too, I never saw her actually cry. My dad, Trudi, and Grammy all came to see her too, and then Connie came downstairs (she was working upstairs at the time) and brought a teddy bear, stickers, and some toy jewelry for her. Paige felt pretty special I think, with all her visitors, gifts, and phone calls to check on her.

Jess and I went with her to do the ct scan, and she was so good for it. She told Grampa afterwards that she went inside the big donut thing. :)

I got a call that a little baby girl was crying pretty hard and calling for her mama, so I had to leave again to go nurse her to sleep. That didn't happen though, she nursed for a few seconds and then started playing again. She just missed me I guess. :) Cason however, barely noticed when I walked in, OR when I left again. Ha.

FINALLY Jess called, and they'd told him they'd splint it for the weekend, but she'll PROBABLY need surgery on Monday. We have to go in to see the doctor and find out for sure that morning. So please pray for her, that hopefully it won't be necessary, but that if it is everything goes smoothly.

So a little after midnight we picked up the other two and finally took them all home. Paige wanted to watch Ducktales, immediately.
So she fell asleep watching it, and slept through the night.

For now, the dirty girl had a sponge bath in the sink this morning, which she thought was pretty funny.
and I thought was pretty cute.
We're spoiling her. While I gave her her spa treatment, her daddy took the other two to the store to pick up a lemon loaf, at her request. :)
And when she DOES feel like eating, she's being served on her favorite of my carousel plates: The pink one of course.
Message from Dad - I'm truly proud of Paige. Broken arm, scans, and iv's are scary for a 4 year old but she was so courageous and tough. I'm proud of you Paige. I'm sorry you hurt your little arm. Even though you were hurt it was still fun spending time with you in the hospital. Love, Daddy.