Well, she's gone and done it again. On Thursday, October 7, Amy fell off a bike at her after-school program. I got there to pick her up about two minutes after she fell. I had a feeling, based on the way she was crying, that she truly was injured. I took her home and we tried to figure out how bad it was. She said her wrist really hurt, but said the pain was a 5 on the 1-10 pain scale, with 10 being how much it hurt when she broke her humerus. She could move her arm and bend her wrist forward but refused to bend her wrist back. About a half-hour of indecision later, I figured I should just take her to the urgent care and get it x-rayed.
Off we went, back to the same urgent care that missed her broken arm earlier this year. This time we got a doctor whose specialty was sports medicine, so I felt more hopeful that they'd get it right. Sure enough, she had a buckle fracture of the distal radius (the bone that connects to your thumb). Evidently kids' bones are soft and sometimes they can buckle, much like a soda can when it's crushed. She fell on her wrist just the wrong way. They bandaged her up and we went on our way. She got a super cool blue cast the next morning – two and a half weeks of that and she'll be good as new.
Same arm (right) as before....three months to the day. How crazy is that! We're thinking we might need to wrap her in bubble wrap every time we leave the house from now on.
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