Here is the story of how she broke her wrist. Mike had a motorcycle trip in Mexico for four days so I thought it would be a fun time to go down to the beach house with the girls and do all the things that we did while we were living there when our house was being remodeled. We left on Wednesday night after choir practice. I was 20 minutes down the rode when I realized that I did not have the beach house keys so I turned around and Mike met me with them. I should have know then that the trip was not going to go well. We got there late and I carried the girls to bed and then unpacked. The next morning we went to our favorite bagel store and then shopping. The girls were great and we got a lot of shopping done for them. We wanted to get the shopping done because we wanted to go to the museum and the Zoo on the other days. They have a pair of jeans at the Osh Gosh outlet that fit my girls perfect. They are almost into the 3t and they fit them better in the waist than any other jeans. When we came back from shopping I told the girls it was nap time. At the beach house they each have a queen bed to sleep in. At home they still sleep in their cribs. They slept in the queen beds all of September, October and most of November. They like that I can lay down with them and read them a story. So I wasn't really concerned about them being on the big beds. Meilynn fell right to sleep but Emma was having trouble so I finally decided to lay down with her. Sometimes she just needs me to lay down with her a minute and then she falls asleep playing with my hair. So I was pretending to be asleep when all of a sudden I heard a loud crash. What I think she did was try to put her hands down and flip off the bed not realizing how high they are. She is always tumbling around our house doing back bends, flips, forward rolls etc. She was crying which was a sign that she was really hurt. I asked her what hurt and she said her arm. I looked her arm over but didn't see anything unusual. I thought it would be best to just wait and see if it continued to hurt and if she was going to hold it differently. She seemed to be ok but then she tried to use her hand to push off from the floor and started crying again. I knew then that something was probably wrong. I cannot believe that we were down at the beach house for so long during our remodel and did not even know where to go in case of an accident or emergency. I had met a girl during the summer at the playground so I walked with the girls down to her house to see where she would go if her boy was hurt. She recommended a hospital down the freeway about three miles. At this point Emma seemed fine again. She wasn't complaining of pain or holding her arm weird so I started to doubt that Mommy intuition We walked back to the beach house and again while she was doing something on the floor she cried. So I quickly packed a bag to take for the long wait with both girls since I was all alone. Our visit to our local hospital by ambulance took us over 5 hours to be seen so I thought I should be prepared. We found the Scripps Hospital and were treated better than I have ever been treated. When we walked in someone evaluated her immediately and then we were sent to the Nurse who also evaluated her. Emma was not crying and she could move all parts of her arm. So a PA came in and looked at her and thought that it might be a buckle fracture. So off to X-Ray. We never waited for more than 5 minutes for anything that we did! They gave both of the girls stuffed pink bears and apple juice. X-ray went great. At this point I thought that there probably was nothing wrong since she was not crying and not complaining even during the X-rays. Well it turned out she had a buckle fracture and they splinted her with a hard splint and told us to call our Orthopedic Dr. I want to say that we were treated with the best care and we did were out of there in under two hours doing all of the things that we did. Emma slept well that night and then I called the Dr. the next morning. They said that I had to come in that morning because both of the Dr.'s were going on a conference the next week. I was 2 hours away and all unpacked so I quickly packed it all back up. Emma was terrible during the drive back. She was squirming and fussing the whole way. When we got to the Dr.'s she had the worst behavior I have ever seen her have. She cried and kept saying, " I want to go back." The waiting room was full. I would guess at least 20 people. She was terrible. Talking back to me, being loud, etc. Thank goodness my Mom met me there to help out with Meilynn who was being angel that day. Finally we got seen and she got a cast past her elbow.
Today, Sunday woke up with a fever and it is a high one. I have given Motrin and Tylenol and it doesn't want to change. I just took it and it is 103.7 an hour after Tylenol. I am afraid to do the bath thing and with the cast on it makes it even more difficult.