My dear daughter lasted 10 days without a cast. Now it seems we can't get enough of them!
Yes, after a swing ride gone awry (she let go just at the cusp of Dada's push; why? I don't know!), Colette flew through the air with the greatest of ease and landed like a pancake on our patio. My brave maternal reaction? To cover my face and scream.
Luckily PVT had the presence of mind to go to her and examine her; she kept pointing to a spot on her wrist between her heaves and cries, so he decided not to chance it and brought her to urgent care. The good doctors there weren't sure if it was a break; but after a two hour visit to the orthopedist today (try that with a feisty eighteen month old), they confirmed she had a "wrinkle" in her bone.
Uh huh. A wrinkle. At least it's shorter than the last cast, right?
I Was Lied To For 9 Months. Twice.
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