She had a helmet. She had training wheels. She rode it everyday up and down the sidewalk. She loved that bike. Scott and I were pleased.
So, Monday night after Scott returned from Phoenix, we thought an after dinner bike ride / family walk down the street would be the perfect bridge to nighttime routines. Oh how we were misguided.
Scout raced excitedly down the sidewalk ahead of us, her training wheels cling-clanging away. Brooke was slowing Scott and I down trying to climb some neighbor's tree when I looked ahead to Scout and saw her fall over about 8 houses ahead of us. It looked like another tip over, another skinned knee, so I started off towards her. Immediately I knew is was different because she let out the bloody-murder scream and a "MOMMY HELP ME!!!" I kicked off my flip flops and SPRINTED to her thinking, "She's broken her arm." I was surprised to see how broken it was. As she sat there on the sidewalk, I saw a little valley of brokeness in her upper arm, just above the elbow. It wasn't coming out of the skin, but the bone was pushing on it. I scooped Scout up, ran right up to Robin and Jason's house where she had fallen just shy of, and proceeded to ringing and knocking on their door like a crack-addicted jehovah's wittness.
Thankfully, Robin opened the door, and within seconds I was holding Scout in the front seat while Robin raced us to the hospital. We arrived at the pediatric ER with no shoes, no phones, no wallets; just a focused 52 lb 4-year-old with a wet noodle for an arm. Because of the obvious severity of the injury, we were instantly ushered through the waiting room, quickly through triage, and right into a room. She fell at 7:15, and the surgeon was looking at her arm at 7:30. Can I get an amen?
To reduce the chances of bones shifting and pinching surrounding tissue and nerves, they started the IV, made orders for surgery and called the anesthesiologist from home. By 10 o'clock that night I realized we would be staying all night in the hospital while Scout recovered from having the bone reset and three pins inserted. She was out of surgery at about 11:30 pm, and at that point, I was glad to see her mangled arm in a pretty pink new cast. When she woke up the next morning, Scout told me in a scratchy voice from her hospital bed that she liked her pink cast too.
She's home and doing really well. I've taken the whole week off since I was informed that kids shouldn't go to school when they are doped up on painkillers ... Who knew?
Scout stayed really calm. Her only requests on the way to the hospital were that Robin lay off driving over bumps in the road (blame dallas streets) and that she get a popsicle when the whole thing was over.
The morning she was "recovering" in the hospital, they brought paints to her room, custom chocolate chip pancakes and she even got that popsicle!
3 comments:
Bless her heart! Tell Scout that we love her pink cast...if she has to have a cast. Hugs and Kisses to her from Sarah and Carson.
Oh my gosh! What a little trooper! I'm glad she's ok and everything went so quickly. Her pink cast is quite cute.
How in the heck did I miss this? Poor Scout, you sound like you were a bit traumatized as well! Strong willed like her mother!! I would have fainted, I can't do broken limbs, just blood!
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