Ha, what was I thinking? The migraine's on day 11, with a dollop of sinus pressure thrown in. We were supposed to go to marriage counseling again tonight, and again we have no sitter and I'm sick. The kids are well now, though, so I sent TM by himself. We'll see if he actually tells the counselor anything pertinent (like what we were fighting about last night, for instance). Or, rather, I'll never know. Sigh.
But there are other things to care about. Last night, my little sis and her family stopped by on their way back from house-hunting in the Midwest. (They caught a beauty, too!) Within an hour of their arrival at our house, before I could even get some dinner into them, Little Cat had taken a nose-dive off my boys' pirate bed and broken her tiny little arm. It didn't seem like it was that bad at first, and really it could have been a lot worse. Fortunately for Little Cat, her daddy's a vet-in-training, so he had control of the situation right away.
I still felt horrible. The poor little thing cried for hours even after getting the splint and sling on. Even after they got some of the codeine into her. Even after she should have long since exhausted all her energy and her voice. She was so frustrated that she couldn't use her right hand-- especially to suck her thumb for comfort. Sigh. I don't think either of her parents got a wink of sleep all night in our freezing-cold basement (because of course it snowed again).
I sound like such a whiner. I really am glad it wasn't worse, and that we were able to get her some medical care and medicine before everything closed for the night. Mama Cat just called to say they got home safely, which I'm very thankful for. More later, when the blue spots go away...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
Oh no! Poor little girl. Oh man, that must have been awful.
Oh gosh...and she took a tumble down some stairs back here as well...what a memorable trip for little Cat!
Poor kid (and poor Mommy and Daddy, too!)
Don't stress too much about it...Little Cat's no worse for the wear. She really hasn't slowed down at all. She was a little miserable for the first couple of days after her fall, but you'd never know now that anything even happened--except for her bright pink arm, of course! We have to see one more specialist tomorrow, but just as an extreme safety precaution.
And let's face it, this was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm just surprised it was sooner.
Update: the 2nd orthopedic had Catherine's one-day-old cast taken off (oh, the trauma!--can't wait to do THAT again!) to check for angulation. He said she may have a tiny after-effect (of either hypertension or not being able to bend her elbow all the way), but not enough to warrant surgery. And there was much rejoicing! She may get her 2nd (purple!) cast off in 2 weeks.
Cast came off yesterday and all is well. Doc said she'd probably baby her arm for several days, then little by little start to use and straighten it and that it'd be fine in a couple of weeks. My kid's on full-speed-ahead, though, and was fine in a matter of about 4hours.
Post a Comment