Broken Arm

I was so excited. Friends offered to give us a trampoline. I've always wanted a trampoline!! I have such great memories of jumping on a friend's trampoline growing up. But Britt always said it was too dangerous. He was more afraid I'D wind up in a wheelchair, lol. But when the price was free, he finally agreed.

Our friend's net was in bad shape so I found a brand new one for a great price on Craigslist. Mommy and the kids were a little anxious and, before it was up, let them jump on it. Allyson almost immediately bounced off the side and landed on her head.

So we set up the rule that the net had to be in place and only one "little monkey" jumping at a time. Nicole's friend, America, was over and, after she jumped, laid on her tummy. Allyson then decided to jump over America. Unfortunately, she didn't jump high enough and tripped over America. She simply landed on her arm badly. She didn't even fall off this time!

The worst part is we truly did not believe it was broken. She had what looked like a little burn just above her wrist. We moved it and squeezed it and she didn't complain. So, we went ahead with our plans and left the kids with a sitter that evening. The sitter called that night and said she was crying a lot. We had her give Allyson some Tylenol and she went right to sleep. The next day she still seemed to be a little bothered by it but we ended up waiting one more day before definitely deciding she needed to be seen. TWO days she walked around with a broken arm! Poor baby. I had a MOPS meeting that morning so, truly thinking it was not broken, Britt took Allyson to the doctor. He texted me "Arm broken. Pink cast okay?" I just cried. Fortunately the doctor said it's the least serious "break" and, in fact, is more of a "wrinkle" type of fracture. I don't totally understand it. But, the cast needs to be on for three weeks. Oh, and it can't get wet.

It Got Wet.

Two days after putting on the cast and we had yet to give the child a bath. Finally we realized it had to be done. Britt put Nicole in the tub and kept Allyson with him in another room while he looked for something to hold the plastic bag. In a moment he turned around and Allyson took off and, before we knew it, was smack in the middle of the tub...and the water. Britt and I were yelling, "NO...OH NO..." Allyson realized she did something wrong and, heartbroken said, "I'm sorry, Daddy." To her she just got in the tub...like always.

The next day the cast was still soaked so we trekked back to the doctor. Allyson wanted a blue cast this time.

She loves her nurses! She voluntarily ran to give them hugs.