One day after school Brinley came to the front door and instead of coming in like she does everyday she stood at the door and knocked. I thought she was being funny so I opened the door ready to scare her. She was standing there just sobbing. I picked her up and tried for a half an hour to get her to tell me what was wrong. She would not, she just sat on my lap and cried. Then she moved to Kylee's lap and she tried for another 15 minutes to get her to tell her what was wrong. Finally Kylee came and told me that she thought it might have something to do with her arm. She let me look at it for just a minute and it was swollen and would not straighten. I knew by the look of it that somthing was not right.
Emilee had 3 friends coming to eat homemade pizza (which I was in the process of making) and then we were supposed to drive them to the middle school dance. I called Chris to see when he was coming home and told him it looked like we were going to spend our Friday night in the ER. I finished the pizza while Brinley took a little nap on the couch...definatley our 5th child or I'm sure we would have rushed right to the hospital...and then we told Kylee to get the girls to the dance and headed for the hospital.
Brinley was so funny. She did not want anyone to ask her any questions or even look at her. She hated the whole process. They took x-rays and then put her arm in a splint. When the doctor came in to confirm that it was broken and she would need a cast...she started to cry. She did not want a cast. We left the hospital and took her to a dollar store where she got a prize for letting the doctor look at her arm. We had to bribe her, otherwise she was not going to let him look at or touch her!
The following Monday we went to get the cast. She chose pink and once again did not want anything to do with the doctors or nurses looking at or touching her. She insited that she was not going to school that day either!! The whole drawing attention to the cast she was wearing was far more painful for her than the actual break to her arm. The next day I made her go to school. She did not want me to take her or go and talk to her teacher. She did get on the bus and go though!! As a meddling mother I did go right in the house and call the school to give her teacher a heads up. I told her that if she was crying it was not because she was in pain, but just didn't want anybody making a big deal about her cast. As a very smart little 5 year old she solved her problem and came up with a great solution...she didn't take her coat off at school so no one knew!! Her teacher never said a word and luckily because of Christmas break she only had to go to a couple days of school.
She got lucky and only had to wear the cast for 2 weeks!! She was so happy to have it off and be done with it!
Just for the record, she is the first broken bone in our family! Well, except for the time she fractured her scull by falling in the tub...which did not require a cast! Hopefully this is not a pattern of things to come!!
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