poor baby

When I became a mother I knew there would be injuries. That's just life.

When I had boys I knew there would be broken bones, boys are just crazy that way.

It never occurred to me the first broken bone would be my baby girl.

But ---She's a climber, and so it goes, she is the first to find her way into a cast. Hopefully she's the last.

Friday while standing on a dinning room chair she slipped. (I was in the other room - Doodle saw her fall.) The hardwood floor won, (I guess they call it hardwood for a reason) and she broke her elbow. After a day full of doctors and x-rays she ended up with a beautiful pink cast.

She was such a trooper - she cried of course -but not nearly as much as one might think.

Really she's adjusted to her cast rather quickly. The first night was pretty rough, we spent many long hours together on the couch, but last night she slept all night and I really needed it.

She has been right handed for so long that she gets frustrated when she tries to draw and her hand doesn't cooperate. - Maybe she'll become ambidextrous!

Her brothers are super protective of her now (even more than usual). Even Mr.Man who is normally a ball of semi-controlled chaos (semi-controlled is being used very loosely here) has toned it down a lot and is so gentle and careful with her. I'm sure that will end though, as soon as she starts to use her cast as a weapon.

For the time being she finds the most comfort sitting on mom or dad's lap and we are happy to oblige.

She'll have the cast off in two weeks and have more x-rays, then we'll go from there. She may or may not have to have another one.

I'll keep you posted.