We experienced our first broken bone at the end of May, and we never thought it would be Emily. It's not that Robert and I took bets or anything, but we were both surprised it was her.
In pure Emily fashion she broke it helping me in the garage, not doing something crazy dangerous.
Waiting. We wait a little bit everywhere. Since it was during the work day we requested an appointment with our Ped, and got in right after lunch, Saw our Dr. then he sent us to Radiology (the radiologist whispered in my ear, you better hold that arm careful, at that point I knew it was broken even though she wasn't supposed to give her opinion). From Radiology we went back to Pediatrics, waited, saw our Dr., read the x-rays and he said it looked broken. He then sent us down to Orthopedics (down the hall) and we saw the on-call Dr. He confirmed the brokenness and sent in a tech to put on the cast. Pretty straight forward, we left the clinic at 4:15 pm, so almost 3 hours. I am thankful all of our Drs are under one roof in Ames.
The siblings were in tow. I debated quickly getting them a playdate before heading off to the first appointment, but I knew our couple of usual friends were out of town or still in school. They did pretty great waiting. We read a few books, and the Orthopedics receptionist were awesome and flipped the tv to Disney and let the kids hang out and watch while Em got her cast on.
Getting the cast off was so much more fun. She giggled a ton! I could tell it was tickling her, and she just couldnt stop laughing. She wore a brace for another 4 weeks and loved that since we could finally hit the swimming pool.
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