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!!!
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:
ReplyDelete11 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.