On Monday evening just before 7pm, Chris, Veronica, and I were finishing up dinner while Cordy and Penny went upstairs to get ready for bed. A few minutes later, the tell-tale thud…pause…scream let us know that something was not right. Penny has been bonking her head on footboards lately, so we figured it was just another simple, straightforward boo-boo. What we did not expect was the unnatural position at which she was carrying her arm as she came down the stairs: it was completely bend in two, as if she had two elbows. Cue parental panic. I dialed 911 and Chris got her scooped up and still. A few minutes later our house was full of paramedics and flashing lights. V and Cordy were pretty freaked out, but while Chris and I were internally flipping out, we managed to keep cool on the outside. I knew that if Penny (or the other two girls) saw me panic, we were all done.
Penny was splinted and wrapped up, and she and I boarded the ambulance to the nearest hospital. She was calm, and no longer crying. The paramedics (Rob and Rob) were excellent, and set her up with a little stuffed kitty cat she later named Snowflake. We got to the hospital quickly, were set up in a room, and they started the usual triage. Penny was fascinated by the blips and beeps from the monitor they hooked up to her toe. She also took the IV catheter like a champ – not a single tear. Once the morphine kicked in she even started to get chatty, despite it being past her bedtime. Around 8:30 we were wheeled off for x-rays, and by 9:30 the orthopedic surgeon on call had her splinted and the bones set. We were home at 10:30.
The doctor on call was contemplating giving her a sedative before setting the bones, but they decided against it – I’m glad, since we were home quickly, but I wonder if they would’ve been able to set the bones a little more accurately if they had. Either way, Penny has been taking this so well. She got lots of presents at the hospital (the stuffed cat, a stuffed seal, piles of stickers, and a dress-up fairy). She’s had lots of Mama and Daddy time since we’ve been alternating work from home days. Her ‘cast’ is just a splint with an ace bandage wrapped around it, so I’m not confident about sending her back to pre-school until she has a real cast.
Poor little bug!