That stinkin' trampoline!!! Charis in the spring, and now Selah. I was hosting a plate party in WAY-south Tulsa, and Alan was on a business trip in Houston.
I was right in the middle of getting a kid's handprints when I heard my cell phone ring. I didn't answer. About 10 minutes later it rings again. I excused myself and answered the phone. The babysitter on the other end proceeded to tell me "Selah fell off the trampoline and hurt her wrist." I said "Okay... is it hurt very bad?" She said, "Umm, yeah. Here's my Dad" and passed her phone to him. He then told me to get here asap, and that he was taking her right away to the ER.
Uuuuugghhh. That was one of the worst things I've ever felt. Especially being Selah. She doesn't like to be hurt around other people, plus knowing she probably broke her arm. My heart was hurting because she was hurt, but also because I knew she was probably even more upset because I wasn't there to take care of her.
Needless to say, the babysitter and her Dad were great. They handled it so well. By the time I got to the ER the Dad was holding her on his lap back in her room, and she had a splint and ice on her arm.
Both bones in the arm were broken and angled up at a 45 degree. James hung out with me and Selah until we left, and Lydia took Bryson and Charis home. They reset the bones (which I had to leave for that part. Anyone else, I would have stayed.
but when it's my child... I knew I couldn't take it). James, however, stayed to watch (and listen).
She is doing great now. She got treats from Aunt Lynette, her friends Emma and Sarah stopped by to see her, Aunt Janice sent stickers and a card, and the babysitter and her Dad came by the next day to check on her and give her a candybar. He also offered to help us haul the trampoline to the junkyard :)
Selah said "one good thing about breaking your arm is that you get lots of attention from people!" I said "Yep... people love you!! But don't even think about breaking your other arm!!!"
And we laughed.
the picture is of us washing her hair in the kitchen sink. Bryson was rubbing her legs so it was like a beautyshop/message all in one. Yeah, she just might get use to this!
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