Sunday evening, the children were playing outside, David was working in the garden, and I was inside cleaning up to get ready for a new week. I was in the kitchen when I heard this AWFUL scream, followed by David yelling my name in a panicked voice. He never panics. Never. I'm usually the one calling his name in the panicked voice. Tilly. Apparently, she jumped off of our trampoline. The one with padding and netting all around it. We were pretty sure at least one of her arms was broken, maybe both. David said that he heard it snap across the yard, a sickening sound for sure. Glad I was inside!
He took her to Wesley ER right away. She's such a trooper. Once they were on their way, she stopped crying and really didn't cry any more, just whimpered a little. Poor baby. She sure does look cute though! Can you tell that we are SO ready for football season?!?
The nurse practitioner did not think that it was broken because of how calm Tilly was being. She thought maybe it was just badly bruised. David insisted on an xray telling her that our Tilly has a ridiculously high tolerance for pain. So, she did. Boom. Always listen to your gut, mommas and daddies, and don't back down! It was broken. In two places. Yea, Tilly is a beast.
Most ERs don't do hard casts anymore, so she got a soft temporary cast. When they put it on, she told David, "Now, you can't see my paint nails!" Priorities! They got home, and Tilly went straight to bed. And she didn't wake up in the night, not once! I was prepared for it to be a long night, with little sleep.
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