The summer after my 4th grade year in school, I was playing shortstop at softball practice when I experienced a career-ending injury. Somehow a ball bounced off the edge of my catching glove and hit my right hand at such an angle that it dislocated my little finger and broke a bone in my hand. My dad, the quiet, ever-calm family physician was watching from the bleachers. And, that evening he jumped the fence and ran onto the field in an uncharacteristically dramatic fashion. While I’ve never forgotten what it felt like the instant the orthopedist set my hand, I’ve also never forgotten my dad’s reaction the night it happened.
All the while, the Toddler has been a real trooper. She hasn’t complained much at all. In fact, she’s warmed right up to the idea of being the patient. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve heard phrases like the ones below in the past forty-eight hours… as if we don’t know she has an injury.
“Can someone pull my panties up… because I have a broken arm.”
“I can’t buckle my carseat… because I have a broken arm.”
The Cooper Family says
Bless her heart (and yours)!
Anonymous says
Oh my! I would have fainted Hollie! Praying for a speedy recovery.
<3 Julie
MaryCatherine Landry says
Goodness gracious! It sounds like quite the adventure 🙂 I am so glad that her arm didn't need to be reset and that your family was there for all of you. I'll be praying for a quick recovery.