The Quick Story of How Stella Broke Her Arm: Part 1
One day in the kitchen, she fell off of a chair while coloring at the table.
The End.
It was only one week before Laura, our nanny, arrived. There really wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the way it happened. Stella has fallen off of many chairs. Probably every single chair that there is in the house actually. But on that particular day in early May, I suppose she was just lucky.
I didn't even realize that her arm was broken for an hour. At the end of the very weepy lunch hour I went to wash her up and when I grabbed her wrist to clean her hand, she started screaming all over again. That's when it dawned on me and I noticed how hot and swollen her wrist was.
Stella didn't enjoy her time in the ER. She sat very still in my lap while waiting and actually fell asleep for a little while. But when our number was called and she watched the nurses prepare the plaster and set out a bowl of water she very politely cried, "No thank you!" and "All done!" before they even started the process. (The same happened every other time she went into the hospital).
They sent us off with the instructions to not let her run, jump, fall, or do anything fun while she had the cast on. They gave us the same instructions when we got it off as well.
I failed at following those instructions both times.
Three things of note happened with the cast. About 5 days after getting the cast, I gave Stella and Emma a bowl of water to go clean the cortile floor of all the chalk. About 3 minutes after leaving them to the task, I realized that my sleep deprived brain made a very stupid decision but by that point it was already too late.
As a worried mom, I took her back to the ER (I love free ER's!) they transferred us to the Sala Gessi (cast room), and then after several more hours of waitng, told me to just dry it with a hair dryer. Thank you PNAC for supplying us with said hair dryer.
Then just a day or three after Laura got here, Stella managed to slip out her cast. It took her .2 seconds. I put her in her Ikea high chair, turned around, and by the time I turned back again, she was footloose and casty free. Back to the ER again, to be transferred to the Sala Gessi, after more hours of waiting, more sobbing and plenty of "No thank you"s, we get the cast model #2 that goes all the way up to her armpit. I really wanted to tell the nurses, "Come on coach! Give her one more chance! Just let her bend her elbow."
The hilarious side affect of model #2 came when she tried to feed herself with her left hand. She could hold a piece of food and lift it above her head but the food would always stay the same distance from her mouth. No matter how many ways she moved. He he he. Poor little girl. I should have gotten a picture of that.
Other than that, life went on as usual. Her hugs weren't quite as cuddly, her hits were way more dangerous (especially for Dieter), and I always felt bad for her sleeping with a lug of an arm. But other than that, she still fell just as many times and was no worse for the wear.
Oh, and each model rocked a scull and cross bones. :) See my art skills above. But her favorites were the bunny rabbits and the kitty cat. I'm sure if she knew seminarians were signing it in Greek and Chinese and the like, she'd have thought that pretty cool too.
She's just one tough cookie.
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