Saturday, February 26, 2011

"You're still brand new, and they broke you already!" -- Betty to Abigail

On Wednesday, Abigail was playing on our neighborhood playground with Larry (I was still at work). She wanted out of the swings and began watching 2 guys playing Frisbee. Then she tried to run towards them, tripped over her own feet, and fell on her shoulder. Then she cried. And cried. I arrived and she kept crying. Then all she wanted to do was be held and caressed. She never wants to be held and caressed. When we offered her a cell-phone to play with, she reached for it and stopped, jerking her arm back like a chicken wing.

That is when we knew we had to go to the emergency room. (Actually, we went to an emergency center- much MUCH cheaper than the hospital emergency room for the same thing.)

You don't need to have an M.D. to look at her x-ray and know she broke her clavicle. It looked like the Coyote after he falls off the cliff chasing the Roadrunner when someone wheels an old-timey x-ray machine in front of him.

But as you can see from the video, this has not slowed her down any.

We love her so much!!!

1 comment:

  1. It's so hard when the littles need to go to the hospital. Knock on wood, we've only had to take Taylor twice so far:

    11 days old, 9 days after being released from the hospital, she wasn't acting quite "right". Yay instincts!! When a dime sized red, raised, hard spot on her cheeck started rapidly expanding, we called the ped and were told to come in. Staph infection in her FACE.

    3 months old, she got some of my hair wrapped around her toe so tightly it was cutting off circulation and I couldn't get it off. Apparently, this is not an uncommon thing...

    I am just hoping that she got her daddy's bones and not mine - I'm at 8 broken and counting.