I'm referring to Wednesday the 14th in this post...I just realized that it posted at 12:00 a.m. making it Thursday!!!
So...it started out like any ordinary day...I got the kids off to school, took Rylie over to Lauren's to play, came home and had a morning all to myself to get ready for the weekend (Rachel is flying in tomorrow!!!) and then around 11:30, I got the phone call. Rylie had fallen off of the monkey bars and Julie thought her arm might be broken!!! Well, of course it's broken, I thought to myself...after the week it has been, it wouldn't just be bumped and bruised! (Now, let me just add here that Rylie is a VERY active little girl. It doesn't matter where she was or who she was with. If I had been there, the exact same thing would have happened because she is always on the monkey bars, and is always climbing to the very top, and I'm never standing right behind her...she's just too busy to be bothered with me hanging out right underneath her at every second...and she always makes sure that I know that!)
Julie got to the house and we decided that I better go get it x-rayed. Now OF COURSE the doctor's office won't do that...so I had to take her to the busiest ER EVER!
We got there at 12:30 and around 3:00 the first nurse finally called us back. He said that he was going to order an x-ray (gee...thanks!) and sent us back out to the NASTY waiting room! Quick question...why are there always such SCARY people hanging out in the waiting room of the ER? Where are all of the normal people? Don't they ever get hurt or sick? Or is it just my luck that I get to hang out with all of the crazies and scaries? AND...why do parents of the sick and always dirty and boogery children just let them run amuck all over the waiting room...touching everything and everybody? JUST WONDERING!!! (Can you tell that I spent WAY too much time there today?)
So, after about another half hour in the waiting room...Rylie and I were now waiting in the designated Law Enforcement area so that we didn't catch what ever all the sick people there today had...we finally got called back to x-ray. The guys back there were so cool! Rylie loved them!!! She told one of them that her hands were slippery when she was on the monkey bars because she was eating Cheetos! She is so funny! Anyway, they took a picture of her arm and in like a minute, the picture was up on this huge computer screen...and there it was...not one, but two breaks just above her wrist.
YES, I HAVE TWO BOYS, AND MY GIRL IS THE FIRST ONE TO BREAK HER ARM!!!
We had to wait in our little Law Enforcement area for another hour before we were finally called back to the pediatric emergency room...whoo hoo...finally a bed! It was in the corner...in a row of 3 beds, separated by the ever so private curtain! (Yes, the boy next to us had some type of contagious growth (only to the touch, that is) that was spreading all over his body...way more information than I ever wanted to not overhear!!!) The TV was in the center of the beds, so every time the docs came to check the boy next to us, they covered the TV...Rylie hated that! She'd throw up her good arm and say, "WHAT?"!!!
Finally, the docs decided that they were going to give Rylie an IV (that went well...the first time they tried, the vein wasn't any good and I almost passed out) you can imagine how much Rylie enjoyed that! Then they gave her some morphine (thank goodness...her arm was starting to really bother her by now) and then they were going to sedate her and set her arm. Aimee and Mackenzee showed up right before they sedated Rylie and kicked me out...great timing on their part! Aimee even showed up with dinner for me!
Julie got to the house and we decided that I better go get it x-rayed. Now OF COURSE the doctor's office won't do that...so I had to take her to the busiest ER EVER!
We got there at 12:30 and around 3:00 the first nurse finally called us back. He said that he was going to order an x-ray (gee...thanks!) and sent us back out to the NASTY waiting room! Quick question...why are there always such SCARY people hanging out in the waiting room of the ER? Where are all of the normal people? Don't they ever get hurt or sick? Or is it just my luck that I get to hang out with all of the crazies and scaries? AND...why do parents of the sick and always dirty and boogery children just let them run amuck all over the waiting room...touching everything and everybody? JUST WONDERING!!! (Can you tell that I spent WAY too much time there today?)
So, after about another half hour in the waiting room...Rylie and I were now waiting in the designated Law Enforcement area so that we didn't catch what ever all the sick people there today had...we finally got called back to x-ray. The guys back there were so cool! Rylie loved them!!! She told one of them that her hands were slippery when she was on the monkey bars because she was eating Cheetos! She is so funny! Anyway, they took a picture of her arm and in like a minute, the picture was up on this huge computer screen...and there it was...not one, but two breaks just above her wrist.
YES, I HAVE TWO BOYS, AND MY GIRL IS THE FIRST ONE TO BREAK HER ARM!!!
We had to wait in our little Law Enforcement area for another hour before we were finally called back to the pediatric emergency room...whoo hoo...finally a bed! It was in the corner...in a row of 3 beds, separated by the ever so private curtain! (Yes, the boy next to us had some type of contagious growth (only to the touch, that is) that was spreading all over his body...way more information than I ever wanted to not overhear!!!) The TV was in the center of the beds, so every time the docs came to check the boy next to us, they covered the TV...Rylie hated that! She'd throw up her good arm and say, "WHAT?"!!!
Finally, the docs decided that they were going to give Rylie an IV (that went well...the first time they tried, the vein wasn't any good and I almost passed out) you can imagine how much Rylie enjoyed that! Then they gave her some morphine (thank goodness...her arm was starting to really bother her by now) and then they were going to sedate her and set her arm. Aimee and Mackenzee showed up right before they sedated Rylie and kicked me out...great timing on their part! Aimee even showed up with dinner for me!
Once Rylie's arm was set, and she woke up, we waited around to make sure that she could eat and drink and didn't get sick from the meds and we were finally out of there!
I was so proud of her! Julie said that she hardly cried when she hurt her arm...although at the hospital at one point, she leaned over to me and said, "you know mom, it really hurt when I landed on my arm!" Rylie was such a trooper! She never made a peep in the waiting room and she only really cried when she got the IV in (and one of the nurses was trying to hold her hand on her broken arm...HELLO!) mainly because that took a really long time and she hates needles! I must say however, that she cried the hardest when they took off the tape that held the IV stuff in place! That's my girl...dramatic over the little things!
It was a crazy day! 10 hours after we got to the ER, we were released! YES...I said 10 hours!!! (Which is the cause of this very sarchastic post!) Now Rylie will have her splint/wrap for the next week until we see the ortho doc and then it will either stay that way or he will cast her. She'll be one-armed for the next 6 weeks or so...and let me just say...that is going to be a LONG 6 weeks! She's already milking it for all it is worth! I guess that's ok though...she is after all, the baby...and she's one tough girl!!!
Thank you to Julie for taking care of my family tonight while I was stuck in the ER...she brought them dinner and had ice cream waiting for Rylie in the freezer...which she happily ate at 11:00 one armed and all!









6 comments:
Rylie,
you are so tough! We totally know how you feel! You are such a brave girl! We love you!
Kristen your first broken bone! Poor Rylie, she is so brave. Take care! Jill
I hope I didn't jinx you! She is so cute! I broke my arm at the age of 3 and I still have my sling.
I totally feel for Rylie when she had the tape ripped off. That really does hurt! I had back surgery when I was 14 and the absolute worst part of the whole experience was the tape coming off.
Oh my! What a tough cookie you have. She looks a lot like your mom to me. :) I broke my arm in 6th grade and refused to take the sling off during school portraits... Nice, huh? Sending you & Rylie happy htoughts...
Wow. What an event. It is true about waiting rooms at ER's. All the scaries come out and sit there. What a trooper your little girl is!! :)
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