Yesterday, Lucy and the kids and I spent some time at my MIL’s house. Lucy was goofing off with a neighbor girl. The neighbor girl decided to put Lucy on her back, and as I yelled, “NO!” the neighbor girl flipped Lucy right off of her back and onto the ground. Lu landed right on her right arm. After that, she could barely get herself up to a standing position and get herself to the couch.
At first, I thought it was her wrist, but Lucy could bend her wrist and her elbow, but any time she tried to apply pressure to her arm, she would wince in pain. Being a mom – and a mom of 5, who has seen many injuries in her time – I knew something was wrong.
I get there, and they finally take us back to Triage to evaluate Lucy’s toddler injury. By this time, Lucy is over the hurt and is ready to play. The nurse looks at her and tells me she’s fine. “No, she’s not. Something is wrong with her arm. Just watch her. She’ll baby it.” (That was me talking.) The nurse rolls her eyes and asks the doctor to come in. He bends Lucy’s arm, her elbow, pulls her arm up over her head and says, “She’s fine. If she’s still favoring her arm tomorrow, bring her back and we’ll do an x-ray.”
I left the ER, as mad as fire. No one seemed to want to help my baby girl. I vowed that we would be back first thing in the morning.
That night, we stayed at my MIL’s. That way, if Lucy couldn’t make it through the night, I could just leave and not have to worry about the other kids.
Lucy had a really rough night. Every time she would roll over onto her arm, she would cry out in pain. The poor thing was hurting so badly.
At 7am, hubby got off work and picked Lucy up to take her back to the ER. Lucy ended up freaking out on him, though, so I met them over there. I arrived just in time for the x-rays. The doctor told me that she was certain Lucy’s arm wasn’t broken, but they would take an x-ray just to be sure.
Well, guess what the x-ray showed? A broken arm. In exactly the spot I had been showing them since last night. Yet, no one wanted to listen to me. Ridiculous.
They put Lucy’s arm in a splint and we’ll need to meet with an orthopedic doctor next week. Hopefully he’ll be a little more competent than the ER doctors.
The bummer is that it’s Lucy’s right arm that’s broken. The poor kid just learned to feed herself without making a mess. Now she’s got to reteach herself everything using her right hand. This could get interesting.
Lucy and Jace are my 2 daredevils, so it comes to no surprise that Lucy’s got her first broken arm at age two.
I do think the neighbor girl should have apologized, though. And maybe an ER doc or two.