Hard Knocks

No sooner do you turn 4 than the hard things in life come along.

Last Saturday, whilst enjoying a day at the water park with Cameron, Morgan broke her leg.

The weird thing is I was worried about her all day...just felt like something might happen to her and even texted him several times asking him to be extra careful with her. Let it be known, I do not blame him in any way for this, it was a complete accident that couldn't have been prevented with "being extra careful"...I just think mother's intuition is a real thing and it's sort of weird when you realize you have it.

Anyway, being the tough girl that she is, he didn't know it was broken (and also in his defense, there really wasn't any swelling), but when he brought her back to me on Sunday morning and she screamed just when he moved her from his arms to mine I knew something was very wrong.

I took her immediately to Urgent Care, where upon observation the doctor thought she might just have a bone bruise but he said we'd take x-rays just to be safe. I told him I found that hard to believe since she screamed any time it moved and I was glad we were taking x-rays.

He came back with a surprised look on his face after reviewing the x-rays and confirmed she did in fact break it at the top of the tibia (just below the knee) and that she was definitely not overreacting. There is a huge dent in her bone and a crack all the way across. I KNEW she wasn't overreacting. She's always so tough. Every time she falls or gets banged the first words out of her mouth to me are, "That didn't even hurt."

And this definitely DID hurt.

So when you're tough like that, after you get splinted you get to do this on the couch...

Nobody EVER gets to do that on the couch.

Then after a couple days you go to the orthopedic doctor and you get to pick out the color for your cast.

Morgan had an entire rainbow of colors in front of her to choose from. The doctor told us that a girl close to her age had been in earlier with the same break, which he usually only sees a few times a year, and she picked a pink cast.

What did Morgan pick?

Brown.

The nurse laughed and said they actually don't even have brown. I sighed a sigh of relief and tried to encourage her to pick a "pretty" color.

So she went with.....

Red.

Good choice.

Grandma Susan will love it!