Friday, October 10, 2014

Clipped Wings

There's one in every family.  The kid who carries the "crazy" label with them everywhere they go.  This isn't the "we really need to up the dosage" crazy, but the unpredictable, uncontrollable, incomprehensible kind of crazy that gets this kid into trouble at every turn.  That's Rosaline.  I wasn't back up and blogging a few months ago when it happened, but she fell coming down the stairs and knocked her two front teeth back up into her gums.

Those teeth have only just now come back down out of the gums (from May) and we're already back in the x-ray room. 

Yesterday afternoon, she was climbing down the ladder of a friends trampoline and not paying attention - as usual - and she slipped and fell.  I was still driving home from work when I got the call.  She's a tough girl and had already been crying for ten minutes straight.  That coupled with the swelling on her clavicle told us right away we probably had a break.

Four and a half hours in the ER later and, yup, she broke her collar bone.  I know this is the most common form of bone break, but she's not even three yet.  What kind of warranty do we have on this kid?  I know most home appliances come with a 3 year policy. ... did we buy the option on her because I'm not sure she's going to last until December.

All in all she did great, though.  By the time we made inside the ER she had stopped crying and was her normal conversationalist self (albeit moving a bit like a zombie because her shoulder hurt so much).  She had most of the waiting room in stitches the entire time. ... even the guy in the corner who was waiting to get stitches.  And that's the positive I took away from this.  While it won't be our last visit to an emergency room with this kid, at least I can reflect on the brilliant personality that shines through her in her darkest hour.  She stood still and smiled ("cheeeeeese") for the x-ray pictures.  She diagnosed everyone in the waiting room (owie, owie, she's feeling yucky, that ones cold and needs a blanket, ect).  She told the doctor, with out any prompting or encouragement from us, exactly what had happened ("I no pay detention on ladder") and was an all around bright spot in an otherwise dismal Thursday night hospital trip.

So here's to her not breaking anything ever again. ... least of all her spirit.

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh! I'd have had a heart attack!
    So glad she's still her cheerful self in times of trouble. :)