our {first} big break

so, while we were at the beach, sister was being the big ole 1.5-year-old-girl acting like a 3.5-year-old-boy that she is, and she was climbing the “yadder” up to the boys’ bunk bed in our room.  hatch and I saw her at the same time, and she looked back at me, letting go with her right hand . . . and she fell.  it was so sad and quite scary.  we knew right away that something had happened with her right arm by the way she was holding it close to her body {and screaming!}.  after talking to the pediatrician and to the urgent care place at the beach, we decided to wait and watch her.  with each passing day, her mobility increased and her level of pain decreased, and it seemed that she was slowly improving.  I soon realized she was really over-compensating so that she would not have to use her right arm to climb or to brace for a fall {she still toddles around, you know} . . . and I felt a knot on her collar bone and was sure it was broken.  we called the on-call doctor and he set up an appointment for us with the pediatric orthopedist on Monday.  Anna was so sweet and very brave.  The doctor did the exam for little miss, pushing on her and feeling her bones, and Anna didn’t cry.  They fit her for her “butterfly wings,” and tightened it up on her, and she didn’t cry.  And, they did an x-ray—where no one even touched her—and when they asked her to stand still, she boo hoo’d and screamed “NO NO NOOO!”  It was pretty funny—the one time when no one was pushing on her, and she had a big ole dramatic moment!  The doctor is really pleased with her bone growth and healing so far, and we are so thankful to God for that.  Sister is enjoying her “wings” and said this morning “butter-fly wings ON, mama . . . wings, on!”  When we left the doctor’s office yesterday, the doctor said “bye bye, sugar!” and Anna replied “BYE SUGAR!”  ah ha!  She has such a sweet disposition and is such a trooper.  We have to get creative with getting her in and out of bed, the car seat, high chair, etc., and with picking her up . . . but other than that, we just have to keep her from climbing on things.  Anna said to me today “Doctor say:  no climb, Anna.  NO Climb.”  The butterfly is learning her limits.  As we were fitting her for her “wings,” I could just hear my Nana’s voice in my head:  “Aww, God love her!”  So, here we are at one year old with a broken collarbone—our first broken bone . . . and, let’s hope it’s our last!

Sissy got ahold of my camera . . . here’s a little self-portrait of her with her brace on her shoulders . . .

and, fear not, we’re keeping things light around here.  Pringles, anyone!? 

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