Thursdays are Bad Luck

Yesterday was the third Thursday in a row that I have picked my daughter up from school only to find out that she had injured herself. It started two Thursdays ago when this happened to her finger. We went straight to Urgent Care that evening where they told us she had a gentle finger fracture. We followed that up with a visit to a hand specialist who discovered that there were actually two fractures.

Last Thursday when I picked her up I discovered that she had a run-in with another child and badly bruised her cheek. This wasn't a big deal but the bruise is still slightly visible. The story is that she was jumping off a big rock {to see how far she could jump} and that is how it happened. The playground that she was in is covered in small pebbles so the fact that she was jumping off rocks didn't concern me too much.


Yesterday, which was Thursday, as I walked into her school to pick her up I heard someone saying her name in the front office. Sure enough, there she was holding a tissue on her bloody chin. She had been running on the blacktop playground and fell on her knee and her chin. There was a cut about a half inch long that looked pretty deep so off to Urgent Care we went again. Fortunately she didn't need stitches, just a good would cleaning and a few steri-strips and she was good to go. Poor Arielle. She had a couple of little holes in her pants where she fell on her knee and she kept asking if she would be able to wear them again after I washed them.



What is a parent to do? Is the only way to teach her to be careful and not get hurt is by learning the hard way? She is already deathly afraid to open up doors and/or hold them open. Every time she touches one she asks me if it closes automatically. Now I have tried to convince her that she should not run on cement or blacktops anymore but all the other kids are going to be doing it so why shouldn't she? I guess she is just more accident-prone than most other kids, maybe because she is tall for her age.

One thing is for sure, the supersticious being in me is really dreading picking her up from school next Thursday.

Flower Art

Arielle drew her first picture of a flower...followed by lots more flowers!




She was so proud of herself and I can see why. It's so fun to see what a wonderful artist she is becoming. The other day she drew her rendition of a scene from the Three Little Pigs. So cute.

We ended up taking Arielle to a hand specialist the other day and they said we were doing everything right and her finger should be healed within a month's time. Normally it takes 6-8 weeks for broken bones to heal but since she is young it will be less time. They did find that she actually has two fractures on her finger so that probably explains why the bruising was so bad.


It's getting better every day.

Arielle has her first ballet class on Saturday. We can't wait!

~Momma to Bug~

3 Days Later

Arielle's finger has certainly been improving although we still shudder everytime we look at it. We have been icing it regularly and wrapping it in a new and improved splint that a friend {and a hand therapist} made for us. The first picture I posted wasn't even of the bad part so I thought I show you what the bad part looks like three days later. If you have a weak stomach you might not want to see it.

The thing that makes me the most mad about it all is that her school claims somebody called me on my cell and home and left voicemails. Well, they are either lying or they called somebody else's mom because I know I didn't get calls or voicemails. I really don't know what to do because I have been very pleased with her school until now. Arielle really likes it and she has a lot of friends. I don't think changing schools is a good idea but I wasn't afraid to tell them how upset I was about the whole ordeal. All they could was apologize.

I will be scheduling a follow up visit with Arielle's pediatrician today or tomorrow.

~Momma to Bug~

Finger Fracture

Arielle has her first broken bone. Fortunately it is not too serious but it is painful none-the-less and looks absolutely horrible. It happened yesterday morning at her school when she got her finger slammed in a {very big, heavy} door. The thing that breaks my heart the most is that she told me she was holding the door open for her friends. The teacher didn't realize this and let the door close. I am so not happy that the school didn't call me. Nor did they give her any motrin to ease the pain or the swelling. Sounds like they put some ice on it and a bandage then forgot all about it. I guess the fact that she wasn't acting like herself all day and she actually laid still at nap time and slept wasn't a big red flag for them that something was wrong. I don't know whether to be angry or just cry imagining the thought of her asking for her mommy when she was in pain {which she told me she did}.

When I brought her home it took several minutes for me to convince her that I needed to take the Hello Kitty band-aid off to check it out. Well, I was not prepared for what I saw underneath the band-aid. It was big and purple and there was white stuff around it. My maternal instincts kicked in at that point and I carried her off to Urgent Care without hesitation. When we got there they gave us an ice pack which Arielle kept on her finger the whole time without and resistance. This made the swelling and purple decrease quite a bit so I started to feel relieved.

Next, they took x-rays and discovered that the tip of her bone was fractured. So they cleaned the wound and created a splint {that looks more like a cast}. When she came home and I held her so tightly. I am so proud of how well she handled the whole ordeal. It helps that she got to watch the movie, The Little Mermaid while she waited and her bandage is purple {one of her favorite colors}.

One of the things I will never forget about this accident was the fact that she asked me several times if her finger was going to fall apart. I think that is what she is worried about the most. She also told me, "I shouldn't have held the door open. Next time I will tell the teacher that I can't hold the door because I don't want to get my finger pinched."

I am such a sap, I can't imagine anything worse happening to her. This is hard enough. Today Zak is taking her to a hand specialist, hopefully they can get her in at the last minute. We just want to take every precaution that we can to ensure that her finger will heal.

Fortunately, my girl is in good spirits as long as we are not touching or looking at her finger. That's always a good sign that we are doing something right!

~Momma to Bug~