Lawrence enjoys getting Baby up from her nap. Sunday afternoon, around 3:30, Phillip told him he could go wake up Baby if he'd like. He jumped at the chance. Literally. He climbed up the side of her bed and fell on her. Or so we think. We didn't even see the incident happen, so we only have the story he told, since Baby can't tell hers. When I went upstairs to check on why Lydia was crying, they were both sitting in her bed and she was holding her arm, crying and saying, "Bo-Bo! Bo-Bo!"
As the afternoon progressed, she wasn't doing much better. Although there wasn't any swelling, she wasn't using that hand at all and would cry every time she changed positions. We decided to take her to Urgent Care, who then sent us to the Children's Hospital. Actually, Phillip took her and I stayed home with the boys. They did the x-ray at Children's and it was determined she had a buckle fracture in her wrist--which is something more than a sprain but less than a break.
She told the medical personnel that she was "done" more than once while they were doing the poking and prodding that is entailed with having a fracture. "Done. Done." Also, once the splint went on, she decided that not only was she "done" but she needed that stuff off. "Off." she was telling them. Until the snoopy sling showed up. That was alright.
When Phillip finally got home with her around 11 or so, he brought her in all wrapped up and asleep. When he unwrapped her quilt to take off the sling so she could go to bed, my heart just melted. Who else could make a broken arm look so darn adorable and make my heart so sad at the same time?
As it turns out, they had a pretty good time at the hospital. She snuggled with Phillip lots (something he rarely gets to do because she's quite a busy bee) and they played together some. Phillip described it as a good bonding experience. I guess you take 'em where and when you can get 'em!
My Mom will be happy to know that she was well-wrapped in a cozy quilt to and from the hospital because we didn't want to have to manipulate her arm into and out of a coat. As they were walking in the parking garage to the car to come home, Lydia lifted her head from Phillip's shoulder to ask, "Kilp? Doctor?" She wanted to be sure that Phillip did not forget her 'kilp'.
She got lots of attention from the elderly ladies' table at church during donut time and she is doing very well eating and functioning left-handed. Lawrence just can't do enough for his Baby, helping at every possible moment, whether convenient or not. He poured about three teaspoons of medicine at once for her, which had to be cut to one without his being aware. We've had a talk about being more gentle in the future and all that, so I hope it's not a topic we will have to revisit in this fashion again.
PS...To Dr. Joe and the rest of the family curious about Archie's talent show...he was fabulous and I am trying to figure out how to convert from Hi-8 video to digital and will probably upload his portion of the show to YouTube. I will send a link as soon as I figure it out. I did take a few stills and will post a run-down. Did I say he was great? I could not have been more proud!!!!
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