This weekend was…interesting. On Saturday we went to Chik Fil A in the morning for a little play time for the kids/relax and drink coffee time for me and Molly ended up dislocating her elbow in the play area.
Let me start by saying, she has done this before. Multiple times. It all started back when she was nine months old. She was sitting on her changing table and I made the ridiculously stupid decision to take three steps away to her closet to get a dress for her. She toppled face first off and landed on the carpeted floor. She cried a minute and then stopped soon after. I thought it was an unfortunate incident, until I noticed she had a small dent in her forearm and wouldn’t put any weight on her arm. I quickly called my husband and we rushed her to the ER.
Have you ever had to manipulate a child’s hurt arm into unnatural positions on an x ray table? It is a hell I cannot describe. She ended up having a broken bone in her forearm and had to wear a cast for three weeks. Luckily babies heal fast. She crawled everywhere with that cast on, clunking it on the floors in a modified army crawl. She has no memory of it, thank God. I can close my eyes to this day and see as if it was yesterday her falling off that table. I’m still horrified.
Anyway, since that happened her elbow has been able to be popped out really easily. Any slight pull and it pops right out. It is called Nursemaid’s elbow. Each time it does she is in extreme pain and has to be x rayed all over again to determine what is wrong, then have it popped back in. It is very simple to do and once they do it she is pain free. It has popped out four of five times in the past three years and hasn’t happened in a long time, until yesterday. Now I’m told that we have to speak to the doctor about whether or not she may need surgery to pin her elbow into place until her bones fully mature.
I’m so scared that something I did to her four years ago is coming back to hurt her now and it crushes me. I know this stuff happens to all mothers. It may not be a broken bone, but we all make mistakes and unintentionally hurt our children. I have had amazing friends tell me stories of mishaps and it makes me feel better and more normal and less crazy.
On a better note, did you know if you wear Hunter boots without socks and a big, chunky sweater to the ER you will sweat your pants off? Seriously, I feel like I lost five pounds.