A Close One!

Now that Jeremy and I are officially expecting a call from the Department of Family and Children Services, let me explain. Yesterday, Jeremy decided to take both of the girls on a special outing to a local park. About an hour or so later, he returned with a crying Emma in his arms saying that he thought maybe she had broken her arm. Apparently, while they were at the park, Emma was playing at the bottom of a slide and took a tumble causing her to hurt her wrist in some way. She was most definitely upset by it, and would not release the supporting grip of her other hand on her wrist, or use the arm in any way. Seeing as how the hurt hand holds Emma's beloved sucking thumb, and she would not even attempt to raise her arm to put it in her mouth, we knew something was wrong. After a call to the pediatrician's after hours nurse line (because these things never occur during normal business hours), it was decided that she needed x-rays.
While Jeremy got Claire settled for bed, I took Emma to an urgent care facility. Luckily, we did not have a wait, and we were seen rather quickly. The x-ray process was one of pure torture that had Emma shaking in pain, and myself on the verge of tears. In the end, it was determined that there was not a fracture, and the diagnosis was a ligament sprain. The nurses ace bandaged her up (as well as they could with a screaming toddler on their hands), and sent us on our way. Pictured above, is a sad little Emma in the car ready/begging to "go bye-bye".
I will say that Emma has definitely seemed to be in more pain than Claire was with her fracture. All she wanted to do for the first part of today was lay around, and she still will not lift the arm or use it. Not even for thumb sucking! However, as the day progressed, she seemed in better spirits, and we are hoping that time will quickly heal her wound.
As for Emma, her account of the story is: "Uh-oh. Slide. Owww."