our little baby is going to get
injured, bruised, && broken
at least a couple times in their life.
It was a day like any other
went to work,
came home for lunch,
went back to work,
and came home again.
{that's my little round-a-bout everyday, crazy huh?!}
I pulled into the driveway August 24th
opened the garage door,
parked my clean car.
{Yes I said, clean.}
&& walked into my house.
Baby Bella was so upset
&& looked like she had been fussing
bad. not like
Her auntie was holding her
&& trying to calm her little heart down
but nothing was working.
My Momma instincts kicked in
& I immediately took her into my arms.
... but she was still crying.
What. the. heck.
After talking with my sitter that day
& problem solving the situation quickly,
I decided I needed to get her to the doctor.
It had been a long day at work
& as I walked through those doors
of the doctors office
I knew it was going to be an
even
Obviously I had to status as a
"walk in" and accept urgent-care
waits, but this was getting ridiculous.
Thirty minutes into my wait
with little girl tearing up in my arms
I knew I had to be patient for
just a little bit longer
& stay strong for her sake.
Every bone in my body wanted to me to cry
I felt so bad for Baby Bella
tears flowing down her pretty face
but not screaming or fussing at all.
&& what was even harder...
not knowing what was even wrong.
My Mommy powers couldn't fix this one.
We finally got called back into the special room
& Baby Bella got assessed by a nurse
The nurse didn't want to hurt her
anymore than I did
... so she waited for the Doctor.
After an hour wait {total so far}
we were moved into the x-ray waiting room.
We got one x-ray out of Baby Bella
before her pain set in even worse.
She started screaming loudly
crying. squirming. the whole nine yards.
A nurse made a little sticker stick
& started playing with her.
It was a good enough distraction for
five minutes...
I got her a strong dose of baby ibuprofen
{given to me by the doctor}
& waited anxiously for that pink liquid to kick in.
A second doctor came to examine Baby Bella
{at this point it had been 90 minutes
& we still hadn't reached a conclusion}
She toyed with my baby girl's shoulder,
wrist & lastly her elbow.
With one little tweak
she felt a pop in her elbow.
Baby Bella immediately began
{this was the most painful experience for me
during this whole doctors visit}
she quickly started moving her arm again.
Myself,
along with the two doctors
& three nurses
decide to take one last x-ray
to make sure she is okay
At this point
we're all thinking it was a dislocation
& hopefully the second doctor
took care of business.
Twenty minutes later
Baby Bella is asleep.
exhausted from her pain
& with the medicine setting in
she finally got relief...
along with me.
We both fell asleep in the x-ray room
her little head on my heart.
&& at that moment
I knew I wouldn't go home till she was fixed.
She is what matters to me
my whole world.
& my reason everyday
to be a better person
work hard
&& always stay positive.
Two more x-rays were taken
{while she was sleeping}
& after a phone call to a radiologist,
another talk with a doctor, and x-rays.
I am finally given the news:
"She had a dislocated elbow"
Apparently this happens frequently
with our little babies & will heal quickly.
Thank the Lord.
Baby Bella is okay
no fracture to the growth plate,
no broken bone,
no ligament or muscle damage.
{sigh}
How did she do that?
I guess it's a good question
& is still a mystery.
Maybe a lift the wrong way,
a hand held too high,
or a twist during play.
As our children age
people forget how little they really are
because they are so
wild, rambunctious & tough.
Their bones are still fragile
bodies still small.
Please don't go through
Be gentle. Always.
No matter if it's your child,
or someone elses.
I am not mad,
nor upset.
I understand accidents happen
even with the best intentions.
Luckily,
Baby Bella bounced right back.
An hour later she was playing
like it never happened.
Such a strong little lady
...& I admire that.
I love her so, so much
and will...
forever & always.
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