From our Family Blog: Our First Break-not the Vacation Kind.

Well, it happened. Olivia has her first broken bone. Silly me for thinking this was an experience for much farther down the road of parenthood. Time to answer the basics:

When?
This afternoon about four o’clock. The break was confirmed (and wrapped) just before seven.

How?
Dear Dada was playfully playing “toss Olivia onto the bed” in our room but this time (congruent with my worst fear about this game), Olivia landed with her arm underneath her.

We knew something was wrong by the combination of things: the intensity of the cry and her inconsolable, ongoing cry. She couldn’t be distracted with toys or food for about 15 minutes. James got to work figuring out where to take her. We packed the diaper bag and prepared for our long afternoon/night.

The Insta-care place was not that bad. Two hours from start to finish. We noticed (starting at home and then in the waiting room) that she would reach out her left arm and then drop it again and when she crawled she would get her weight off her left arm quickly. Right now she has her arm wrapped and stable. Tomorrow we find a doctor to cast it (and ironically, tomorrow is also the day we have another ultrasound to see if our little boy will need casts for clubbed feet).

Olivia hated (and I mean hated) everything from getting weighed to getting an x-ray, but she is sound asleep now. She was a trooped for staying up passed her bedtime and seemed happier once the arm was wrapped.