Fractured

Another first for Rhiannon: she fractured the bone at the top of her left arm (between her shoulder and her elbow). Flipping on the "flipping thing" on the playground at school. She's very proud that she's now had stitches, staples, and a broken bone before the age of 9. Her father also is very proud.

Since she didn't get an actual cast (which she was pretty bummed about), we signed her sling thing. See, I wrote "Momma hearts you." So Brandon wrote "Daddy squares you." He is so weird. Bella wrote "I love Rhiannon." Her friends signed it, too.

She was Student of the Week, so I was planning to eat lunch with her anyway. I got there, and her teacher said, "Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" I was like, wow, that's nice. Then she started telling me that Rhiannon had just fallen on the playground... Rhiannon was all sweaty and dirty, crying a little, and holding her arm up close to her body. I thought surely she was okay. We went ahead and ate lunch, but she kept on crying and saying it hurt. Decided I should take her to the doctor just in case. The doctor sent us to the hospital for X-rays. We sat for an HOUR at the hospital just waiting, and Rhiannon chattered in my ear the WHOLE ENTIRE TIME. I was sitting there trying to read a magazine, and she was just going 90 miles an hour right in my ear.

So anyway, finally they told us it was fractured. We had to go back to the pediatrician's office, then to the orthopedic clinic. They wrapped her up and sent us on our way. She hasn't been in much pain at all. She's upset that she can't play her Nintendo very well with only one hand.

Sigh.

Love.