Although I am getting tired of that phrase, it seems a fitting title for this post.
Let's rewind a few days... last Thursday the kids and I were reading books in my room on my bed. Well Naomi somehow wasn't interested in reading the book I was readin to Josiah. So I heard her bouncing and flet it. I though she was being a frog (since we had a Forg and Toad book). Next thing I know I head *thump* and crying. Our kids get hurt often, but it's never been very serious so I wasn't concerned. It's amazing how resilient God made our bodies. So Naomi was really hurt this time. She landed on her shoulder. I decided a good nap without moving might cure the hurt, so I tuck her in laying flat and she is out in just a few minutes. After nap she still hurt, but we made her go along with out plans. Then Friday she was still screaming in pain and crying at certain movements. So... Mama called the doctor and the doctor said... bring her in.
After 1 pediatrician, different office for x-rays waiting to hear about the x-rays... To make a long story short she broke /fractured her collar bone. I though maybe dislocated shoulder, but didn't think anything was cracked or broken. Well 5 hours driving to and fro and talking with different nurses doctors (which all had the same remark about the monkey) all she has is a sling. She'll heal on her own and after a few days won't even hurt anymore.
She is going to wear the sling. At this point the sling is more for me then her. She remembers which movements hurt, but I forget. Tonight I let her take it off then went to pick her up to put her in a cart at Target... I made her cry. So even though the sling in no longer necessary, until I can pick her up under her arm pits without making her cry a sling will be worn.
She looks so fragile in her sling, but is already wanting to run at full speed and play roughly.
For those at Grace:
Don't worry, I'm not.
