We had two quiet days. Somehow I knew it couldn't last. The quiet is gone with the wind. My granddaughter broke her arm today, just above the wrist. She fell off her new Christmas present, a whip-something, like a skateboard with only one wheel in the front and one behind. The bones were not lined up, so the doctor put her to sleep to line them up. She is in a cast, and she will not be using her right arm for some time.
This is the fourth broken arm she has suffered. She broke her two arms falling off a swing at school, and another arm falling off something else, which I can't remember. The doctors say her bones are all right. Lord, have mercy. It could be worse, much worse.
Le calme s'en va avec le vent.
UPDATE: I talked to my granddaughter just now, and she says that she is in pain, but not a lot, but that she did not sleep well. She is in a temporary cast until the swelling subsides. She was lamenting all the things that she can't do, like write, fix her hair (major deprivation), etc. Poor baby. She can answer the phone, which is a good thing.
Oh Dear!!!!
ReplyDeleteBut it sounds like she is an old hand at it (well--okay, pun intended) --and she probably knows what to do....
Does your granddaughter dare too much, too fast, too often? (I wonder where she might get that trait from?!)
Blessings, Grandmere --and I hope your granddaughter heals quickly and without adversity.
Prayers for her and for worried grandmere.
ReplyDeleteOy! Prayers from me and the sweet feline.
ReplyDeleteAnd prayers from the northeast, oh dear, I am so sorry that this happened.
ReplyDeleteMy prayers are for your granddaughter Mimi and for you as well.
Prayers from RI
ReplyDeleteSaying a prayer.
ReplyDeleteThanks all for the prayers. She's 13. When I last talked to her, she said that she was not in a lot of pain. I hope that continues to be the case.
ReplyDeleteWhat amazing bad luck! Prayers for her swift recovery, and for your peace of mind.
ReplyDeleteYou know you have them from me!
ReplyDeletePrayers for healing. Been there, done that!
ReplyDeleteWhat amazing bad luck!
ReplyDeleteNext year I'm cooking black-eyed peas and cornbread. And cabbage, too. I'm told that's a must for good luck for the year, or for not having bad luck during the year, or something.
Been there, done that!
KJ, four times? Both arms at once? Of course, I know that you suffered worse than anyone else.
Thanks for the prayers. Tomorrow, I will tell my GD of all the people who are praying for her.
Wishing a speedy recovery to your grand-daughter.
ReplyDeleteOh lord. Our thoughts and prayers go out, with wishes for a speedy and full recovery.
ReplyDeleteSome kids just crash through life head-first. My middle brother was like that. Nerve-wracking, yeah, but he came through ok. And so will your granddaughter.
Oh, Mimi, I just came here after a quiet day and look what I see!! Prayers for her and all the rest of you. I too hope the pain doesn't get worse.
ReplyDeletePrayers for all of you. And maybe next year Santa will bring her a set of body armor.
ReplyDeleteDo keep us posted.
Lindy
Ach, Mimi! How dreadful. Prayers from Desert Farne for your precious granddaughter.
ReplyDeleteWe went through three broken arms with our daughter. I was just relieved that 2 were at school. They begin to look at you funny at the emergency room. Prayers for you and your grandaughter from New Mexico (just arrived).
ReplyDeleteChere Mimi
ReplyDeleteprayers from Montreal for both of you.
is it possible she's actually trying to soar, or maybe disprove gravity? she sure sounds like an original- now i wonder where she might have got that from?
je t'embrace chere mimm
David@Montreal
Prayers from this quarter also. Been there, done that. My son has broken his left arm 7 times and we finally decided it has something to do with the fact he only has 2 speeds....wide open and asleep.
ReplyDeleteSo far, he's made it to 23 years old with no lasting effects other than having some great stories to tell.
Glad to hear she isn't in a lot of pain, too.
Yes, Mimi, four times. My brothers, who tended to be Job's Comforters in the times of my distress, told me I had "weak bones." Actually, though I was a very cautious kid, when I took risks, they were big ones.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite broken arm story was when I was in second grade and I hit a school yard bully over the head with my plaster cast because he was teasing a developmentally delayed boy. I made the bully cry, he told on me, and the teacher told me to apologize for my actions. I would not, and was sent to spend the rest of the day by myself in a room adjoining the classroom (Nobody used the word "time out" back then.).
It wasn't until years later I realized the teacher never told anyone in authority, including my parents, about my vigilante justice. I always knew I was teacher's pet!
Many days later... how's the bebe? :(
ReplyDeleteSara, we worry about that some, too, except that the two broken arms happened at school. My daughter had two of her boys break bones within three weeks. When she went in for the second break, she started to tell what happened, and the doctor said, "Let HIM tell the story." My grandson was about three or four years old at the time.
ReplyDeleteDavid, she's not particularly a dare devil, and she's not clumsy either. It just happens.
Wow, Delta! Seven times!
I'm sure my granddaughter will be fine. The break is not actually in the wrist area, which is a good thing.
KJ, what a lovely story. You showed the bully, didn't you? I'm sure you were quite often the teacher's pet.
Thanks for all the prayers.