On Sunday, September 10th, Lara broke her arm. It was calm and drama-free because that’s the kind of girl Lara is. 
We were at a birthday party and she got into the dreaded jumper. She went down a huge slide and….a boatload of kids went down on top of her. She cried hysterically and Stephen and I administered some TLC. After some ice and LOTS of hugs, she was back to her cheerful self and even went BACK INTO THE JUMPER. We stayed at the party a bit, then went home. That night, she was restless and talked a bit in her sleep. The next morning we asked how her arm was doing and she said it hurt a little, but it wasn’t swollen and she moved it just fine. We decided to take her to the urgent care anyway, just in case. And…that’s where we found out the grim truth.
She was in a sling until Tuesday, when it was CAST time. A 5 week sentence.
She was a perfect patient, obviously. No crying or fussing.
My baby’s Greenstick fracture. Are those not the most beautiful bones you have ever seen?
The only sad time we had with the cast was the removal . After having her arm stored for so long, she freaked out when she thought her arm “moved by itself” when they took the cast off. It was SO sad. She had Stephen hold it for a while until the Doctor assured her it was ok for her to use it. Thankfully, her arm wasn’t too smelly and yuck, which was surprising given the copious amounts of sand that we found in there. Damn the sandbox!
It has been almost a month that the cast was removed and she still tells me every so often, “I’m so lucky my cast is off”. Just today she told me that it would itch so much and she couldn’t scratch it. She said it made her uncomfortable and she couldn’t do her schoolwork without help. She told me she didn’t fuss because it wasn’t going to help things, she just had to wait until it was over. I LOVE her rational thinking!
Smartest girl I’ve ever met!