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This time, we got a souvenir

November 2, 2009 in ER, Natalie, injury, not fun

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.

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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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A fun "trip"…to the ER.-MM

March 30, 2009 in ER, Isabelle, fun trip

Saturday was supposed to be a date night for the hubby and me. Emily was set to watch the girls.

I had showered, blow dried my hair and even had on the full make-up; which we all know is a rarity.

I wanted to run the vacuum over the floor because there were crushed up cheerios it looked good, but not great. Isabelle for some crazy reason was insisting on wearing socks.

I attempted to distract her by asking her to help with the vacuum, but she still wanted some socks. My stubborn and strong-willed little girl had to have her socks. She headed upstairs to get some. She gets them all the time. I thought nothing of it.

Until I heard the loudest boom ever; and an even louder scream.

It was a scream that made my heart stop; a scream that made me not want to go upstairs for fear of what I found; a scream that at the same time made me run up the stairs in what seemed like two steps.

I got up there in under a second, I think. She was sprawled out laying underneath her dresser. It had completely toppled over on top of her.

I screamed her name out. I can still hear it ringing in my head. It was the scariest moment of my life. And, in that instant, I didn’t know what to do.

Hubby arrived an instant later, and somehow, one or both of us lifted the dresser off of her. I grabbed her and held her, trying to calm her down. All the while, looking for gashes, blood, bruises, bumps and anything else. She was hysterical. I was hysterical.

She calmed down way too quickly. I tried to lay her down to assess the injuries. I found a bump on her head and a bump on her leg.

But how was I to know there wasn’t anything more serious? How was I to know that she didn’t have a concussion, or internal injuries.

I called a nurse line, they told me to head to the ER. So, I told Isabelle we were going to take a “trip.” And, we were off.

Isabelle was so good. So good in fact, I just knew there had to be something wrong. But, I think she just saw my reaction and knew that this was serious business. As a side note, the ER is a great place to people watch.

We finally got to a room (after watching Tarzan, which by the way, is pretty scary) and then a doctor came in.

She looked her over, felt and listened to her tummy and felt her skull.

The doctor said we were lucky. The dresser wasn’t too tall (4 drawers) and it was evenly distributed over her body.

However, I think you all know how I feel about lucky. Once again, Izzy’s guardian angel was there. To protect her and make sure she was okay. To help me and Mr. Serious lift up the dresser faster than humanly possible.

The doctor than said we were good to go, we just had to wait for the nurse to discharge us. As soon as the doctor left the room, Isabelle said “let’s get out of here.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

And, because she behaved so well, Isabelle got some chicken and french fries aka Chick-fil-a, at 9:00pm for dinner. And she couldn’t have been happier.

**Please don’t tell me about bolting or strapping it to the wall to the wall. I’m well aware that these devices exist and I even have some. Isabelle was never a climber. She was just trying to reach her socks (which are in the top drawer) and she probably pulled down a little on the drawer while trying to get them. I’m not asking for parenting advice on this one, just telling our ER story.**

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