Last time there was a trip to the doctor on the weekend, we didn’t get to take anything home with us.
This time…this time was very different.
Sunday morning I was getting the girls ready for church. I was sitting at the bottom of the stairs with Isabelle in front of me putting her hair in “two ponytails!”
Natalie crawled up past us. She has climbed up the stairs a million times, always under close supervision.
I was sitting right there.
Before I knew it, it happened.
I heard the thud, and the sound of slipping.
By the time I turned around, a saw Natalie flipping down the stairs. Head over feet and feet over head.
I’m pretty sure it was only 4 or 5 steps, but it was terrifying.
I caught her and scooped her up and she screamed.
She wailed.
She cried and wanted to be held.
I held her and rocked her. I looked her over for any signs of injury. I pushed here and there with no noticeable response.
After about 10 minutes, she calmed down. We thought she was just scared.
I should have known something was off when I tried to put on her shoes and she whimpered, but I thought she was being sensitive.
We went to church. We were volunteering with the 4-5 year olds. My gut told me to bring Natalie with us. I’m so glad we did.
She crawled over to Mr. Serious and pulled up on his leg. She immediately cried. She didn’t put any weight on her right leg.
I knew something wasn’t right.
We continued to watch her. No weight on the right leg. She just wanted to be held.
So we held her. We talked to a woman at church who is an orthopedic nurse. She checked her out. She said to take her to the pediatric orthopedic specialist on Monday.
I couldn’t wait. I remembered the Children’s hospital had an urgent care center that allowed for call ahead appointments.
We arrived at 6:45pm promptly for our appointment.
X-rays were performed and read.
“She has a buckle fracture in her leg. If it were an adult, it would have broken.”
And, then the nurse came in with supplies. Splint supplies. She was bringing in our souvenir.
My baby. My precious little 12 month old had a splint put on her leg. Her little chubby, perfect leg. I don’t know how I didn’t cry.
She did so good. She was the best baby ever. She is the best baby.
Today we went to the pediatric orthopedic specialist. He confirmed it. A distal fracture in both her tibia and fibula. Both bones.
And, we left there with a souvenir as well. One of the purple fiberglass kind.
And, the purple? Natalie totally picked it out. The technician came in with the color choices, and she immediately picked purple. Yes, she totally knows what she wants.
My little precious Natalie has a purple cast on her leg for 3-4 weeks. She is scheduled to get it removed the day before Thanksgiving.
Thankfully, she is being a very good sport. She is still giving us some smiles and loving on us. She is having a hard time moving around and it is making her very frustrated.
Isabelle is being a good big sister and trying to help out. She likes to try to console Natalie by telling her “it’s okay. You have a big purple thing on your leg.”
Thankfully, the bouncy seat was still out, so Natalie was able to have a good time.
And, to show you just how well she’s taking it, here’s a video I caught of the girls and I playing together.
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