My Emma

This morning was my morning to sleep in.  I did get to sleep in, but was awoken to crying children.  Not at all unusual around our house.  There is almost always someone annoying someone else, or fighting over who gets to choose which show to watch.  Nothing major.  I heard Marc handling it, so I crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs.  The kids were all on the couches, Emma was sniffling, and Mary Mac was trying to fill me in.  I went into the office to talk to Marc.  Emma came in crying and asking me to kiss her boo boo (pointing to her neck).  Marc told me that she had been sitting on the edge of the couch and fallen onto the hardwood floors.  Something that each of them have done countless times.  Something we always tell them not to do for that very reason.  I started feeling her head for bumps, but didn't feel any.  I asked her where it hurt and she pointed to her neck again.  I started feeling her shoulders and then I found it.  A bump on her collar bone.  I started panicking.  Marc tried to calm me down and I ran upstairs and threw on some shorts and a tshirt.  I calmed down somewhat and we got Emma in the car and I drove her over to Urgent Care in Ft Mill.  She was so pitiful.  I felt so bad for her.  They took xrays and we waited for the doctor to come in.  This is what he pulled up on his comptuer screen:

That bone that is bent upward, yeah, that's supposed to be straight.  She had fractured her collar bone, luckily not a displaced fracture, but a fracture nonetheless.  He referred us to an orthopedist group that has an urgent care so we could be seen today.  He rigged up a makeshift sling out of a cut up pillow case for her until we could get there, and wrote a prescription for her for the pain.  When we were leaving, she was in a some pain from getting the sling placed right, she cried to me, "Mommy, can we take the bone out now?"  Broke my heart.

We came home and got Marc.  He dressed, and I changed clothes, we dropped the older kids off at our super-neighbors the Grants (seriously, what will we do when they move?), and drove Emma uptown to OrthoCarolina.

While in the waiting room, Emma shifted someway that made the pain shoot through her arm again, and started crying, one of the receptionists came out and asked if we wanted an ice pack.  We said yes, so she went back to get one and another blanket for her to cover up with.  Emma was crying while she was getting it and saying, "She's not hurrying, it hurts!"  Poor thing.  We got the ice pack and continued the wait with a little crying here and there.  Luckily we had a whole bunch of chocolate chip cookies with us that Pops had given us at the football game the day before, so they managed to keep her pretty happy, and maybe made her feel a little better.  ;)

We got called back and the doctor came in and reviewed her xrays again.  He got her set up in a sling just her size and a wrap to keep her arm close to her body.  She was such a trooper!  She has to wear the sling and wrap for 3 weeks and then we go back for follow-up xrays.

After we left, we took her to get some lunch, and then to get her prescription filled and get a special prize for being so brave.  I hate she has to go through this, but isn't she cute, even with the sling?