Oh, how I wanted to take the camera into the ER room with me (Room #15, Bella would tell you - just in case you were wondering). And oh, you should have seen the look on the nurse's face when I asked if I could. I am a mother in distress with a child in a traumatic situation, people - let me deal with it however I want! Alas, my camera sat useless at Judy's house while we trundled through our ordeal. And the x-ray pics that we brought home on a CD have a stinking copywrite on them. They think of everything... So I now have to take pictures of my little Princess Bella One-Arm, dressed in her fashionable princess attire given to her by Regan. Dear Regan, who decided Bella had had so much fun with Regan's own dress up clothes before she fell and broke her arm that she should have her own. First we have fake smile, then two in action pics of me being turned into a frog. Ribbit.
Bella was feeling much, much better today. She even came out this evening and "mowed" with Kane and I (them following behind me with their little mowers). Then she made another appearance just before bed when I was weeding the garden, and decided she needed to pick some salad greens and go have a salad. But not long after being asleep in bed, she awoke crying and I couldn't get her settled down. Assuming her arm was hurting, I kept trying to get her into comfortable possitions. Finally I starting asking her questions to break her out of her histerics. "Does your eye hurt? Does your toe hurt?" I was trying to get her to say that her arm was hurting so we could rationally deal with it. But when she just sobbed "NO-O" to every question I popped in a new one - "Did you have a nightmare?" Ah, finally I hit a nerve when she hesitated, took a deap breath and said "Yeah, I think so." Then with one more deap breath, she turned on her side and fell sound asleep. Apparently she needed to get that off of her chest. Now I have to wait patiently for morning to come to see if she remembers it. I wonder if she was dreaming of her fall, or of the hospital... It may just be one of her typical dreams, though, like my favorite latest, where the wild pack of teddy bears stole our bird seed and we had to chase them all the way to Florida and out onto an island in the ocean to get it back. If you think about what that would be like to a 4 yr. old brain, it really is quite scary. That aside, she is now sleeping quitely, lost in a world of dreams. I wonder, in her dreams, does she have a broken arm?
My favorite two year old in the world!
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