Tuesday, March 28, 2006
An auscpicious anniversary
Posted in Family Doings
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It's been two years since Blair broke her arm. It wasn't just a broken arm, it was a very badly broken arm. The ER nurse said they just don't see bones that demolished outside car accidents. It was about halfway through Tae Kwon Do class. There was a (10 year old black belt) student teacher leading the students through kicks. Blair was practicing her spinning round kick - one of those jump in the air, spin, kick and land things - when she landed wrong. Her right arm went down to catch her and both bones broke. Moms across the room heard it snap and ran to tell me. We laid the pieces of her arm (still enclosed by skin, thankfully) on a board and surrounded them with a magazine. Heavy mailing tape kept the makeshift splint together for the drive to the ER. Everyone helped out. The teacher carried Blair to the car and stayed right in her face to remind her to breathe. One mom gathered up the other children from gymnastics class for me, helped them find their street clothes and bundled them all in the car. Another mom grabbed my purse and the kids' backpacks and bags and took them out. The desk clerk at the gym called the ER to tell them we were coming. The Christian moms gathered in a corner to pray for us all. I grabbed the student teacher and hugged her and reassured her it wasn't her fault. The emergency room was not busy that day. They got Blair hooked up with an IV and pain meds first thing. She went right to sleep. There was a 20 minute wait for the x-ray machine, so I took the kids through a nearby drive through so they could eat. I went with Blair while they wheeled her bed to x-ray and shot films. She was very out of it and chatted about all kinds of things, none of which made much sense. After the x-ray, Dearest finally arrived to take care of the other kids while I stayed with Blair. We are a one-car family and have been almost all the years of our marriage. This was one of the very few times I regretted it. In order for the kids to attend classes, we had to get up and drive Dearest to work so we could have the car. He was more than a half hour away when I called him with this newsflash, and had to find someone to drive him to the hospital. The ER doctor paged an orthopedic surgeon to set the bones. I stayed in the room while they put Blair under and repaired the damage. The surgeon was Christian and noticed my cross. We even attended the same church (different services, so I didn't know him personally) and it was wonderful having his calm and peace around. We spent 10 hours in the ER that day. I managed to keep my cool until three days later when it just kind of hit all at once. All in all, Blair was in a hard cast for six weeks, a splint for another six and in physical therapy for more than four months. Two years later, she still feels achy when it's going to rain, and her bones are curved. She can't turn her wrist all the way over, but it doesn't keep her from doing whatever she wants. The doctor has offered surgery to straighten the bone if she feels she needs it, but she's not wanting to go down that road. I don't blame her! It was an amazing learning experience for all of us, and even though it was terrifying, painful and difficult, God brought us through with many blessings and graces. |
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