We've known for a while now that Ellie lives up to her middle name, Marilyn, as my grandma was somewhat of a clutz. Today proved it.
Ellie hit her hand on a door at daycare yesterday, and it bothered her all last night. We didn't pay much attention to it because we thought her finger just hurt because she is constantly biting her nails too low. Today when she came into our room in the morning I noticed it was bruised and swollen. I got some tape from the nurses at school and told them what had happened, and they suggested taking her in.
We went to urgent care this afternoon and they took a few x-rays. The doctor looked at them and said he didn't see anything, but would have the radiologist look at them, and let us know if she saw anything different. Well, about five minutes after we got home the phone rang, and she had seen a fracture. We ate a quick dinner and she and I headed back to the clinic for them to splint it.
Apparently splinting it means practically casting it, minus the plaster outside. There is a layer of what looks like a thin sock slipped over her arm, a layer of fuzzy gauze, a fiberglass splint along the outside of her arm (which takes 24-48 hours to harden), another layer of gauze and an ace bandage. This is all topped off with a sling.
She did a great job, and was a trooper until the nurse told her she wouldn't be able to take a shower with it on. Then she just lost it. She needs to keep this on for about five days, then we see an orthopedic doctor who will let us know if it needs to have a hard cast.
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