May 15 (Day 1)

I texted D.P. in the afternoon, saying how much I was wishing it was Friday and not Thursday. In fact, I was so tired of being in Hell, I left a little early and went to pick up my kids from day care. We were home by 530 pm or so, and E and M played outside while I started making burritos for dinner. When dinner was ready, I called them both in and, as always, M refused to eat them. I told her that was all we were having, and if she wanted to get something else out of the refrigerator, she was welcome to do so. E took his plate outside, and Mary went back out. I ate my dinner inside the house, standing up in the kitchen, and then went outside to tidy up the front porch with my broom.

While I was sweeping the front porch, E was in the backyard and M was toodling around the driveway on her brother’s razor scooter. At one point, I heard M cry out in pain. I had been working with my back to her, and as I turned around to see what had happened, there she was… laying flat-out on the concrete driveway. I thought she had probably just bruised her buns, so I walked over to her. M told me she had fallen off the scooter, and I asked her if she was okay. Of course, she said she wasn’t, and I asked her if she could stand up. She said she couldn’t stand up, so I reached down to help her up. In the meantime, she screamed at me that she couldn’t use her right leg, so I picked her up and held her.

I pressed gently on her hip, and asked her if it hurt. No. I pressed gently on her thigh, and asked her if it hurt. YES! Plus, I heard a popping as I pressed down. I knew then that something was wrong, so I called E [“We’re off to the Emergency Room!”] and took M inside so I could find my car keys and the insurance cards. Poor little M was crying out in pain the whole time, even though I had put her down on her bed while I ran around the house like a chicken with my head cut off. Once everything was in order, I took her out to the car and put her in M car seat. E quickly buckled himself up, and we drove to the hospital.

Once we arrived, I was quickly sent to a room with M because they knew her leg had been broken. The swelling was noticeable at that point, and she was definitely in a greater amount of pain. The got an IV going in her arm, and they tried to make her comfortable with some morphine. It was what seemed like a short while later that radiology came in and took some x-rays of her leg. E was acting up a little bit because he was bored, so I tried calling my brother to come get him. Unfortunately, I was unable to talk to anyone, so I called my friend Beth to see if her dad could come help. Rob was at work, so no help there… otherwise I would have had him come get E. Not sure how he would have done that, with no car, but whatever. Not too long after, Beth and her dad were at the hospital to pick up E. He would stay at their house until Rob got off work at 1130 pm.

I texted D.P. to let him know what was going on and, believe it or not, I received a faster response from him than I did from Rob. It was weird to me. Anyway, D.P. asked where I was via text, and if there was anything he could do. I told him it was up to him what he wanted to do, and updated him on what had been going on. [By that time, the Emergency Department had decided to send M to another hospital to stay overnight.] D.P. said he would call me when he got off work.

The nurses got M splinted up and I was able to see the x-ray right before M was transferred. She had what the called a ‘spiral fracture’ of her femur. I asked the nurse about casting, and she said when her nephew broke his femur a year or two ago, he had to have a double-leg cast. Whoa! I wondered how that was going to be for M. Poor thing!

The EMTs came and got M ready for transfer… Nick and Ed to the rescue!  I rode in the back with M and Nick while Ed drove.  Nick gave M a teddy bear for the ride that she was allowed to keep at the hospital and then take home later.  Nick was a very sweet looking guy, and I drooled a lot.  I stopped drooling as soon as I found out he was only 21.  LOL  It was approximately 20 minutes later that we arrived at the ‘new’ hospital, and we were escorted up to the 8th floor: pediatrics.

After the EMTs met with the nurses, they said goodbye to us and left.  We met with the doctor on call briefly [we were told that she would be having surgery at some point – scary!], and M tried to get some sleep.  I talked to D.P. and let him know what had happened since we texted earlier in the evening.  Eventually, I tried to sleep, too.

.:: to be continued::.

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