"Momma! I'm running track!" were the words coming from Avery's mouth as she raced around the living room yesterday.
"Avery; you are so fast!" I encouraged.
"Look at me; I'm jumping turtles (hurdles)!" she chanted as she hurdled various toys strewn from here to there.
(All the while, only donning a pair of panties, having already received the 5 minute warning until naptime.)
"I'll be your hurdle." I added as I lay down across the floor.
First try: success. Second time: tiny trip. Third time: success. Fourth time: mini trip: "I'm okay!" she torted each time she fell.
This routine has been played out countless times with no issues.
Fifth time: trip and "ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
I immediately knew it was broken by the way it looked. I won't go into detail for those who have weak stomachs. I will add that the skin was not broken.
"Momma, please, please put a bandaid on it!?" she pleaded.
I don't remember the countless things that flew through my brain in the few minutes that followed. Where was my phone? What was I going to do with Braden? How was I going to stabilize it? Where is my phone? Do I go to the ER or have our trainer call a doctor's office? Where is my phone!?
"Kenny, Avery broke her arm!" I screamed into the phone once it was found (plugged in, charging).
"Who? What happened?" was his reply.
"AVERY BROKE HER ARM!"
I was beginning to panic about the time Avery reached her first stage of shock.
"Momma, I'm cold."
"Momma, my stomach hurts really bad."
"Momma, I'm really sleepy."
Finally I quit running in circles long enough to get her arm semi-stabilized, figure out what I should take with me, get the neighbors to watch Braden, put Avery in the car, and head to the ER.
(Remember. Avery doesn't have any clothes on. Nice effect for the whole story.)
The conversation in the car consisted of, "Momma, I don't want to go to the doctor."
"Honey, they are going to make your arm better."
"I don't want to go to the hospital."
"Baby, we're going to meet daddy, and we'll get this taken care of."
"Momma, can you please stop driving and hold me? I'd like you to read a book."
Screeches ensued between phrases.
We got to the ER, and I grab her and run in as fast as I can. I saw Kenny drive up as I walk across the road. It's amazing how much more at ease I felt the second I saw him. Somehow I thought he would make it all better.
While walking into the ER, "Momma, I don't want to go inside."
"Honey, we have to go inside so you can get fixed."
"But there aren't going to be doctors in there right?"
Our trainer had called ahead, so we went right in.
The next hour included me holding Avery with my legs wrapped around her, Kenny holding her broken arm, and two nurses holding her other arm, trying to get an IV started. Three spots down, no IV in yet, one more try in the foot=success. All the while, Avery screams to the nurses, "NO Ma'am! I do not want you to do that! I. Want. To. Go. Home!"
Another nurse comes in for x-rays. That was fun. Avery is still in my lap, and it's always scary to hear, "any chance of pregnancy?" How strong is that X-Ray machine? Please only take one picture!
Finally, the medicine kicks in. Avery decides it is okay if I move and let her lay down by herself. Soon we have a dozing baby.
Tears flowed the entire time for Avery. They tried to come out of my eyes too, but Kenny reminded me, "not until it's over!"
Then we're told the orthopedic surgeon will be in to tell us about her operation. Operation! What?!
More medicine. Plus Anesthesia. My baby is being wheeled down a hallway on a large bed in the opposite direction of me.
While we waited, one of my Bunko friends calls me to tell me she will be Avery's recovery nurse.
God puts people where they need to be at just the right time. At least Emily will be there when Avery wakes up.
Less than an hour later, we are back with my sweet angel, who isn't really acting like an angel, but who would be?
Momma is in doting mode because I feel responsible. Daddy is in Coach mode.
"I want to go home, momma!"
They bring us a sling that is small enough for her, and we are out the door!
Daddy fills the prescription (which she hates, by the way), and brings home some dinner. I came home to make sure Dawn and Chris are okay with Braden. (They came and got Braden from our neighbors at some point during the evening.)
We were emotionally drained. But to find a bit of humor, Kenny had planned a surprise party for me that evening, but had to cancel it in the midst of it all!
She slept with me in our room last night, and woke up every hour. From 4:15 to 5:45, she moaned and groaned and never slept. I tricked her and put her medicine in something else and headed off to volleyball practice. Kenny took my place in the bed, and she slept until 7:00.
We go back next week to get it re-xrayed and hard cast put on.
Another great adventure to look forward to!
Avery: right when we got home.
After a fun present from Dawn and Chris.
Beginning to feel like a princess.
Maybe, more like a Queen!
Then she felt great and helped me open some presents!