Tuesday, July 19, 2011

And then something went "pop."

Today started off good, no, GREAT even. We were completely flying through the activities from library time, to Michael's "Passport to Fun" program and we EVEN WENT TO THE GROCERY STORE! JUST! US! GIRLS! We had a blast, we came home revved up to paint and "cwapft" (i.e. craft) and make dinner.

We went upstairs to visit "Ye Olde Man" and nab some corn he'd picked fresh from the garden. The kids were jumping off the couch (I know... I KNOW...) and we made them stop. So Lillie started sitting on the couch and letting her brother put his arms under hers and pick her up. No big deal, he's done it thousands of times before. I would still wince every time her weight would become too much for him and they'd land in a pile on the floor. Again, NO BIG DEAL. They rough house all the time... and then he turned and landed on her... and something went "pop." My daughter "popped." A cry came out of her unlike any I'd heard before. Not the shrill shriek she'd let out when Logan pinches her. Not the attention cry that all kids have. This cry was mournful and broken like she couldn't quite get her breath. I picked her up begging her to tell me where she hurt and all she could do was cry. No words, just big crocodile tears and that moaning cry. I panicked. I ran her down the stairs, texting my Husband the entire way to please oh PLEASE come out of the office ASAP, she's hurt! Even he can't get her to show him where the pain is. So I try and trick her into getting off the couch herself to see if we can pinpoint what's going on and she tries to walk, but after two limps towards me bursts out into the crocodile tears again. At this point, the Husband runs back and calls into work that he has a family emergency and we do a quick discussion over who should take her and who should stay with Lo till we find out more at the ER. I choose to stay as I'd already done one ER visit with Lo around her age and I can't handle hospitals, let alone the thought of something horrible having happened to my child while I watched oblivious as to what could happen.

I waited for answers from my Husband for what seemed like days, regretting not being there the entire time. How selfish was I to choose staying and not dragging Logan with us till someone could pick him up? It's the woulda/coulda/shouda's that make me consider teaching a "How To Succeed At Bad Parenting" course at the local rec center. The Husband managed to message me that the Doctor claimed she was favoring the opposite leg than what I'd thought, which still concerns me, and that she'd need x-rays but he didn't think it was broken. TWO HOURS LATER... x-rays revealed no breaks and the Doctor proclaimed her to be in good health aside from a possible sprain to her ankle/leg and the popping noise to be nothing more than how she fell.

While I'm glad that they sent her home all smiles and seemingly in good health, I'm still worried. I worry that the Doctor is wrong. I worry that they x-rayed the wrong leg. That they should have done both legs at the same time. That when my Daughter got down to sneak a special treat from her Pappaw tonight, she shouldn't have taken two steps and repeated the physical "crumple" and crocodile tears. I wish I didn't feel so guilty because she is in pain. I want SO badly to believe my instincts right now are dead wrong and that the Doctor is right and she will be walking pain free in a few days, my gut is murmuring something completely different.


"My bwacelet is gonna make my boo-boo all bettuh. Doctor said I "ok" and he told me go home so I can get bettuh at home. I not hurt no mo."


Mama’s Losin’ It

14 comments:

  1. My daughter has a cast on her arm as we speak. It took me a half hour before I was convinced that it necessitated an ER visit. Ah, the guilt.

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  2. I love how little kids speak!
    However, I'm sure you will use you super powers to slueth out anything that the dr may or may not be wrong about. Hang in there!

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  3. I know what you mean. Mother's instincts are rarely wrong.I am happy you were this time. But you know, there is nothing wrong with seeking second opinion.

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  4. We were able to get her to take a few tearful steps (we're awesome at this whole parenting thing, OBVIOUSLY.) Her ankle popped a few times on the second step and that was it. Going back to the doctor in the morning and telling them they can shove the ER doctor's x-rays up his heiney hole. Even if it's a sprained ankle, it's so obviously NOT her left leg that I'm LIVID.

    My super powers are gonna turn me into Mama Hulk if I run into that man.

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  5. Poor girl. Sprains are just as tricky as breaks. If she's not well in a few days go with your gut ;)

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  6. Oh my goodness. We had two of these kinds of experiences where our daughter was hurting so bad she cried the deathly silent cry - it's seriously terrifying to watch. She passed out the first time just from not catching her breathe and nearly the second time for the same reason. It's hard not to feel like you should have done something differently at the time, but you can't protect them from everything. At least I keep telling myself that : ) I hope yours heals up fast.

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  7. Don't beat yourself up; these things happen no matter how safe and cautious we are. It's hard sometimes to follow our instincts but I'm glad you listened to yours about questioning the doctor. I hope she's feeling better soon! (Visiting from Mama Kat's)

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  8. Well, I hope everything has been worked out and she is better now. Thanks for visiting, you are a supermom!

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  9. I live in this fear all the time. My kids are constantly getting into things and rough housing. But I always send one of us to the ER and the other home with the second child. No sense in torturing yourself to be there. It doesn't change the outcome in the long run anyways.

    Good to hear it's not broken. What a bummer that would be in the summer. Hope she feels better soon.

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  10. Lee, that was my argument with my Mom, unless she was specifically crying for me and/or they did need to do something drastic, I needed to be with my Son who wasn't hurt. I called her in for backup *just in case.*

    I was terrified about it being broken though. She had JUST gotten her water confidence back. I'm still sore from her dragging me around the pool last weekend.

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  11. ugh...hate the ER...luckily we haven't been there too much...but still, it's Hell
    at least it's not broken...and hopefully by now she's much better

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  12. We've only been twice. Once at the same age for my son when he puffed up like a puffer fish (allergic to ants) and now with her. I'm still pretty livid that they x-rayed the wrong leg, but she's now putting some weight on it so that gives me hope that it wasn't as serious as I'd originally thought. Then again, I'd say "Screw this, I'M WALKING." If I reverted to crawling for 24 hours too.

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  13. She looks so much you like, Tiffy, in these pictures. :-*

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