I just realized I haven't been using the word "joy" in my titles lately and so I thought I would try it out for this post. However, it doesn't make much sense! LOL
The broken part of the title has to do with my daughter, Marissa. Yes, we have officially had our first broken bone in the family. Marissa broke her wrist at some point this last week. As mothers often do, we think the child is exaggerating and tell them it will be alright. Well, I decided to do a litmus test of sorts and see if Marissa had really injured it or if it was just sore from an activity or something.
Tuesday night, Marissa was asleep, SOUND asleep, and it was around 11 PM. She had been in bed for two hours or so. I went in to check on her and I probed her hand and wrist gently. She had it resting on a cute stuffed dog and squirmed a little with my initial probes. Then I squeezed her wrist gently. She sat up, screaming out in pain, and pushed me away with her other hand!! I felt awful to say the least. However, once she had me pushed away, she sniffled a little, snuggled back up to her doggie, and fell into a fitful sleep. Now, I knew she wasn't faking or exaggerating and I knew I had to take her to the doctor.
The doctor had x-rays taken and found a chip in her inner wrist. The nurse splinted the arm and referred us to an Orthopedic Surgeon. So, I have been calling Dr.'s this morning and finally found one who will see her this afternoon.
She complains about it hurting and so I am asking for my blogging friends to pray for her healing.
Not much joy in the tale, but I AM joyous that we have a God who heals and who has given Doctors the knowledge and skills to help in that process if needed!!
4 comments:
Yep. I remember the broken bone stage. It hurt like the dickens. But dislocation hurts worse. I broke my left wrist so badly that there was no doubt lol. It was at a very, um, odd angle.
Yes, I also have many memories of the Broken Bone Stage, with two boys and then two grandsons. The one point that still is part mystery to me is. Why do we always try to let it go till some hour in or close to the middle of the night? Oh well, we all live through and over it.
Hope it all heals perfect;
Mervi
Mervi,
I hope it heals perfectly as well!
As for why we wait until the middle of the night to determine if it is really broken, I have a theory. As Moms and Dads we see our children exaggerate their "injuries" quite often. This is usually a ploy to get out of going to school, get out of having to do chores, or just to get attention when the parents have been busier than usual. My experiences with my 14 yr. old drama queen have led me to be a little skeptical about injuries and such.
I do feel awful that I made her wait so long! At least now it is in a cast and she will have a little relief!
Thanks for stopping by!
Jana
Awww! I'll keep you and your daughter in my prayers! God can touch her!!!! My pastors daughter broke her arm once and he prayed for her and a couple hours later without even thinking about it she took off her sling, walked in to the other room and started playing the piano!!!! God bless you!!!
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