I Did Not Break My Daughter's Arm

When I am holding S-Boogie's hand, especially when we are in a parking lot--as we were this afternoon after eating at Thai Chili Gardens with the Thteeds--I hold on tight. Apparently, this is not such a good thing to do, at least not when your child tries to pull away quickly or starts to fall.

I was not fazed when I heard the pop or even when S-Boogie started crying because that has happened a few times before and each time I panicked because I thought that I'd broken her arm, but in the past she has always recovered in a minute or two and forgotten about the incident, much to my relief. This time, however, she did not stop crying. We got home and she was still crying. We watched Veggie Tales and she was still crying. She took a nap and woke up crying.

So we took her to the doctor, who said it looked like she had nursemaid's elbow, which is basically a slightly dislocated elbow that toddlers occasionally get. When the doctor failed to relocate the elbow he sent us to have an x-ray. We watched Jeopardy while we waited for the results and, thankfully, by the time the radiologist reported that there were no fractures or dislocations, S-Boogie was already acting like she felt better. Apparently the doctor had managed to relocate the elbow without realizing it, or it relocated itself. Either way, we're glad it's not broken and S-Boogie doesn't have a cast to prevent her from swimming in Grandma's pool this weekend.