Broken Bones and Broken Hearts

Mother of the year strikes again. I was rushing to get out the door on Friday morning. I put Lydia on a little stool to do her hair. We finished her hair and she toppled right off of the stool. She was obviously hurting, but couldn't tell me where. She cried a bit, but then she was fine for the most part. Every now and then she would start crying for no apparent reason, but she's quite an emotional girl so it was par for the course.

We went a couple days like this (I feel like an awesome mom). She was mostly her happy self, but every once in a while she'd break down. She had been rolling around on the grass, hanging from things, running around, etc. Josh finally noticed her wince when he was getting her dressed for church. He poked around and pin-pointed her wrist as the pain spot. We were sure it wasn't anything serious because of the way she had been acting.
We took her to instacare after church because we wanted to be able to rule out the possibility of a break...We were absolutely shocked when the doctor returned from looking at the x-ray and said, "your daughter has a broken wrist-both bones." I'm sure our faces were absolutely blank as we tried to digest what she had just said. And just like that, we were the worst parents in the world.
It just breaks our hearts to know that she was hurting all those days and we didn't even realize why. I feel especially bad that she sustained a serous injury on my watch.
I’m amazed at how quickly she has adapted. I think the most traumatic part for her was having weird people touching her arm and putting strange things on her. As my five-year-old niece Maddison always says, "Lydia doesn't like being man-handled."

This was taken right after we got home from instacare-she barely skipped a beat!

Grandma Estelle came home for her P-day and we went to Build-a-Bear to make Lydia feel better.

The grandmas had a ton of fun helping Lydia choose her little Kitty and accessories. Thanks, Grandmas!!

Lydia is obsessed with the cat that she chose.

We went straight from Build-a-Bear to the pediatrician(you have to keep your priorities straight).

The Dr. said the swelling had gone down enough for a hard cast. In my prayers tonight I thanked for the movie Cars that was playing as they were casting Lydie's arm. Thanks to that movie it turned out to be a pretty painless experience.(You'll notice her gaze in each shot)

Now she has to wear this lethal weapon for four weeks. Watch out nursery kids, it's payback time!