Alternate titles to this post:
"When 'Ouch' is a Major Understatement"
"My Girl is Tougher than I Knew"
"When You Wish You Could Take Away Your Child's Pain"
Late Thursday night (July 7), I was sitting with the adults laughing and talking at my parent's house when we heard screaming from downstairs. Honestly, it didn't even register in my brain at first. But once I realized it was actually something real, I headed downstairs. Apparently Madeline had just performed the one-handed cartwheel to end all one-handed cartwheels. After cradling her in my arms for a long time, putting ice on it, and receiving a blessing, we decided it was best to take her home to bed. I'm not sure if that was a good decision or not, but it's what we did.
The next morning was the start to a really long day of 14 hours in hospitals. I knew things were majorly wrong when I saw the swelling and bruising on her arm.
We started at the doctor who sent us to Riverton Hospital ER who, after seeing the X-rays, sent us to Primary Children's Hospital to await surgery. SURGERY!
The day was long. Lots of waiting and wondering why hospitals are so ridiculous. Then more waiting. Then surgery came. Madeline was really scared. In so much pain. Nervous. It was hard for me to see her like that. But she's braver than she knows. And tougher than I knew.
The surgery went well. Her brake turned out to be worse than even the surgeon had anticipated. Usually they rate the brakes on a scale of 1-3 with 3 being the worst. 1 being a crack, 2 being the bone is displaced in 1 direction, and 3 meaning it shifted in 2 directions. Madeline was a category 4. Apparently her bone was super loosey-goosey and wouldn't stay put in any direction. Which is why her bone required 4 pins.
Four pins in my baby girl's arm. Good grief!
I cried watching her in recovery. She kept saying, "it hurts so bad. My arm just hurts so super bad. It hurts mama. It hurts so bad." Two doses of morphine and she still could barely stand the pain. The drive home was long, but not as long as we were stuck in the hospital after surgery. I was grateful we could leave and didn't have to spend the night there. We made it home around midnight.
After 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I decided that my daughter would in fact survive this ordeal. She had 2 meds, 2 drinks, and pancakes for breakfast.
But what a long road still ahead. Sore days, horribly strong narcotics, and lots of emotion. She is one tough cookie though, my Madeline Jean.
I'm grateful for the care she received and the blessings she's been given. She's really going to be OK!