One moment everything was fine, and the next everything was not.

One fateful toss of Olivia onto the bed changed that. She landed with her arm behind her and started to fuss and cry pretty bad. A few minutes passed and she wouldn’t be consoled. She was still crying pretty hard and we noticed she was not using one of her arms. I picked up her arm and  it pretty limp and I detected a slight bend where arms were normally straight.

My stomach dropped. We grabbed the keys and headed to the InstaCare.

While there Olivia settled down pretty good, and was almost normal, except she was still favoring her left arm. At one point I gave her my wallet and she held it for a second, let it dropped and whimpered. Even so, she seemed relatively back to normal by the time we made it the exam room.

The only fussing she really did was when she doctors or nurses. Having recently been to the doctors for immunizations and the whole sha’bang, she got pretty worked up when they got close.

We did an X-ray and sure enough, a little break. The good news is that it stayed pretty much in line. They put a splint on it and we’ll see a specialist tomorrow.

Almost 3 hours later, we’re home and Olivia went right to sleep. We’re grateful it wasn’t any worse and all in all a smooth, calm experience, but sobering as well. Especially as the perpetrator. It was a reminder to be aware of your choices and how they impact others. And how some situations that seem relatively harmless can change quickly–which puts an emphasis on being aware and thoughtful.

Lessons learned.

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