Broken arm

On Friday morning, Megan and I were headed out back to play. I picked Colin up off the couch and there was poo all over him and the couch. Nice. So, I told Megan to wait a minute so I could change his diaper. The deck door was open (almost always is these days to help cool things down) but she doesn't usually like to go down the two steps to our patio by herself. She always wants to hold someone's hand.

I had barely removed Colin's poopy diaper when I hear screaming from outside. I ran out and found Megan on the ground on the side of the steps. She was holding out her hands and I thought she was hurt because they were scraped up a little. The rest of the day, however, she was inconsolable and all she wanted to do was snuggle on my lap. I thought this was weird because she usually recovers very quickly from injuries.

But it was Peter who noticed that something was definitely wrong. He was playing with her later that afternoon after her nap and noticed that she wouldn't use her left hand for anything but just let it hang there.

The next morning I took the kids to see Peter at the clinic (good thing Peter is a PA for hand surgeons) and they took x-rays and sure enough, her arm was broken. It is a greenstick break (just sortof bent, not broken all the way through) and so she only has to wear her cast for three weeks.


After we came home from the clinic, we watched Cars and I gave her a new Little Mermaid pens and notebook . That night, we went out for McDonalds and had a little picnic on our living room floor.


Though at first she had a tough time sleeping with the cast on because she couldn't get comfortable, Megan is her usual resilient self and is still laughing and playing. In fact, she did better in nursery today than she has in several weeks!!