Brave Girl

Emily broke her arm at school last week. She tripped over someone in line & fell on it just right. I got the call to come pick her up & had no idea how bad it might be. She was so sad looking when I first saw her - sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the nurse's office holding her arm and crying. It broke my heart. I told her we were going to take her to the doctor and get her arm feeling better, so off we went. She grimaced and cried a bit on the way in the car anytime we had a little bump - not a good sign, I knew. The x-ray reveled that she had broken both bones in the lower half of her right arm clean through. Her arm was braced & we were sent downtown to the hospital to have the orthopedist make the call on exactly what was needed.

When I told her that she was going to get a cast on & the nurse told her it could be pink she was beyond excited. It helped to have something positive to focus on during the long wait before her arm was set & we could go home. During the whole thing she was so brave. She didn't really cry after her initial tears when I first picked her up. She listened to everything that was explained to her & knew that she was going to be well cared for. When they came to take her from the room in the ER up to the surgery center to set her arm she laughed and giggled because she got to take a ride on a bed all the way. And, as the nurse helped her into our van after it was all over she even told her, "thank you for helping me."

Being back at the hospital in many of the same places we'd been in before in her stays for her seizures it brought back memories of her back then too. She was a brave little one. One of her stays the doctor thought her seizures might have been triggered by low blood sugar, so for the duration of our stay, two times a day, someone would come in and have to prick her finger to take a blood sample. She got to where she recognized the people who came to do this & would just hold her hand out for them when they came in & even smile at them. She would do the same for the nurses who would come in to take her vitals - she'd hold up her gown so they could listen to her heart as soon as they came in.

She amazed me then & did so again with this. She's a brave girl and I'm proud to be her momma.

Here's a photo of her just after she had been freed from her 72 hour stay on the couch. We had to elevate her arm above her heart, day & night, to keep it from swelling up. She was so happy when we told her she could get up that she cried. This is her victory "I made it!" pose.

She so hated her sling when she first woke up after having her arm set & seeing that it covered up her pretty pink cast that I told her I'd add some jewels for her. Here she's modeling her blinged out sling with pride.
She received this cookie bouquet from super sweet Mrs. Monica & Mr. Andrew. Again, it made her so happy she teared up. She also received many phone calls from people checking up on her & a very sweet card from Mrs. Cheryl, our kids minister at church. Mrs. Janie also brought us an amazing home cooked meal. We all felt very loved & it made us very happy to see so many people loving on our girl too.