Oh baby girl...

Marin is such a tough cookie... Not only is she active, hearty, not afraid to get dirty or injured, but she has a sweet little heart of gold and does all of this wearing flip flops and dresses. I do not know what is in her water, but she is on some kind of streak with injuries.

First, two weeks ago, I got a call from school saying she was in the nurse's room because she had bonked heads with another boy during music class. They tell me her eye is swollen, but when I talked to her on the phone she chirps "it's fine mom! i can go back to class!" - then she arrives home on the bus and WOAH NELLY, her eye is almost totally swollen shut and already completely blackened. I literally stumbled backwards from shock when I went to greet her at the front door. Straight to the doc to check her eyeball, and all was well. They said it will just look bad, but she was okay. On the mend :)

Then a week later, the school calls me again to say she is in the nurse's office with a hurt wrist, she was playing at recess and a soccer ball hit her in the hand. Again, I talk to her on the phone, but this time there is no chirpy voice, instead it's a tiny sad voice: "owie mom, my wrist hurts super bad", so I head up there and decide to bring her home. But by dinner time, she is running around again and having no issue.

Then three days later, ANOTHER call from the office (you are kidding me here, I am like the most called person at this school for health issues this month) - another mishap on the playground, this time a fall from the monkey bars, another crash to the same wrist, and this time it is NO JOKE - she re-told me the story later, and recreated the screaming and howling after this fall (it was loud) - straight back to the nurse and another call to Mom. Trekked back to school, and again the teeny tiny voice of a little girl in lots of pain. So we came home, and I called my doctor. They got us right in for an x-ray, and WHAT DO YOU KNOW - the girl has a broken wrist :( Baby doll, seriously!!!! They got her in a nice little splint, only lasting 4 weeks.

But wait, The Splint is not aware of what an active, wild child she is. Next day is Saturday, where she attends a birthday party (activities: doing hair, painting nails, eating cake, how could this be dangerous), but away she goes running across the grass and trips - falling square on her newly fractured wrist. The Splint did not plan for this. Birthday mom calls with the bad news. I rush over, and call my doctor. She advises me to take her to the ER to get another x-ray (because by this time it is 8pm on a Saturday night, and nobody else is open for this sort of tomfoolery). We spend the next three hours at the Childrens ER (with kids movies in the exam rooms), where they find there are no more breaks, but they agree to put a LARGER splint on. Exhausted baby girl is finally understanding the situation here, after the ER doc tells her if things get much worse, she will be in a cast longer than 4 weeks (and that means no FISHING CAMP, AAAAAAH!!!!) - now we are speaking her language :)

Over the next two days (Sunday, Monday), Beefy Splint does not really handle the frequent spills, and I finally heard "owie! i totally just hurt my wrist again!" for the last time. I called my doctor and hysterically demanded a REAL cast. Actually I was cool... Really...

So... Tuesday we get the Purple Majesty, which they tell me NOTHING can conquer. My doctor even told me "you can drive over this puppy". Please, don't give her any more crazy ideas.

This whole ordeal puts her upcoming, much anticipated piano recital in danger. I am mega-praying for her to recover enough to still participate.

She will be fine :) But let's just say, I am starting to see how mothers have heart problems from all the FREAKING OUT that goes on when you have an accident prone kid! I love her through and through.