I thought raising girls wasn't supposed to be filled with trips to the doctor for various injuries. Maybe it is for other girls, but not mine, I guess!
Yep, I had to take Amy to the doctor today to get a finger x-rayed. No photos, per her request, which is just as well, the finger looks kind of scary.
Yesterday, our neighbor came over to chat because her hubby was watching the Broncos game and he doesn't talk while watching football (made me giggle when she said that, because I don't talk much either and I had just shushed the girls for messing around while I was watching the game). Anyway, Steve ended up taking her outside to the garage to show her his weight bench and treadmill set up out in the garage. The girls followed (and I stayed inside to watch the game, bad I know, but the room is kind of small and filled up with those two pieces of equipment amongst other things). That happened around 11:30am. After our neighbor left, the girls played all afternoon, including climbing the tree outside, playing the Wii and just being their active selves.
While we were eating dinner, Amy raised her taco to take a bite and that's when I noticed the middle finger of her left hand looked, well, kind of dirty and sort of funny. So I asked her what happened to her finger. She kind of hung her head and said, I was trying to hide it from you all day. THAT made me look even closer. The finger was swollen big time and the "dirt" was actually bruising. Turns out, when they were all in the garage, the girls were messing with the weights and one of them fell onto Amy's fingers! She never said a word about it. I kind of lost my appetite at that point. She insisted it didn't hurt much and she could move it a little. But we iced it right away and for the rest of the evening. The swelling hadn't gone down much this morning and Steve thought we should have it x-rayed. Because she insisted it didn't hurt really and she literally played all day yesterday, I figured she could go to school and I'd pull her out when it was time to go to the doctor's office. I had the health aide take a look at it at school and she thought for sure it was broken!
Well, it turned out that it wasn't broken, just very, very bruised. I told the girls that we REALLY need to know if they are hurt so we can get things taken care of so as not to make it worse. I think we got really lucky on this one.
These kids of mine would most likely turn my hair white, if it wasn't already! Maybe they'll make the color I put on it slide off. Sheesh...LOL