This morning we decided to go to the zoo. Both girls had well baby check ups this afternoon and we needed to be home before noon so someone from Matt's school could pick up his school-issued computer. On the way to the zoo we were going to stop by a few schools as Matt is applying for a new job.
I got up early (marathon training, yuck) and ran. I told Hannah to come upstairs with me while I showered. Our bedroom is typically a safe place. She can't ruin much.
Apparently she can fall off the bed. I heard her cry, and truth be told, it was her normal cry when she gets hurt. And by hurt I mean anything that makes her uncomfortable or surprises her. I have, many times, needed to tell her it was time to stop crying because it gets to be an attention thing. Before I sound too hard hearted, she rarely is really hurt and I only do it when I actually see the injury and can tell she is just being dramatic.
Since I didn't see what happened, I wasn't comfortable telling her it was time to stop crying (I know, mother of the year). She was holding her wrist and wouldn't stop. However, as I know Hannah, I'm still thinking she is being a touch dramatic, Matt and I don't think much about it and figure we'll just tell her Dr at her check up this afternoon.
Enter Dr. Papa. He says to come in his office (it's only 9am) and he'll check it out. He sends her to the lab for x-rays.
Fractured radius.
Whoops. Sorry sweet girl. (Again, mother of the year).
We contacted the awesome orthopod who repaired Matt's ACL and achilles. He says to stop by his house and he would make a splint. I guess when you buy two major surgeries you get a free splint.
Anyway, that kind of cut into our schedule for the day. We never made it to the zoo, we had a random noon naptime and we made it to our well baby check ups this afternoon.
Both girls are healthy, we finally pulled the plug today on the pacifier (good timing with a broken wrist, right?), Olivia is in 25% for height and 50% for weight and Hannah is in 50% for height and 10% for weight.
Hannah only has to wear her splint for one week! (See Hannah, I told you that you were being dramatic, it's not even a bad break:))
My house is trashed, dirty, unorganized, clothes are everywhere (dirty and clean), I have so much to do I don't know where to start. I go back to work on Monday (2 full days) and I still need to finish the girls' rooms, which means I have cute pink clothes everywhere.
So I'm going to head to bed.
4 comments:
Awww, poor Hannah! I hope it heals quickly.
Good luck with no pacifier! We are still not brave enough to try it. You'll have to let me know how it goes.
Hang in there...they'll both be grown in 18 years :)
Bed is also my coping method. It's a good one.
Don't worry too much about the house...all you HAVE to do is love your babies. And I'm pretty sure you've got that covered.
we sound similar when it comes to be hurt. even if there is blood i have zero sympathy. only if it is very deep and requires going to urgent care does it get a second look. my child will end up in therapy. i hope hannah does well with the splint!
why is matt changing jobs?
Well, I can totally relate to this story. Poor Hannah!! You are not a bad mother...I am not the most sympathetic either. It is one of my pet peeves when parents overly baby their kids when they "get hurt" (I'm talking about the minor stuff here...not broken bones!). I'm glad her break isn't bad and that the splint will only be on for a little while. Nattie gets her cast off next Wednesday..so ours break wasn't bad either. Glad both your girls are healthy and growing...they sure are cute!
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