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Wounded

On Sunday morning, Jimmy and I decided not to attend church so we could instead be lazy on our 6-year wedding anniversary.  I mean, we didn't buy each other cards or gifts or even plan a big dinner, so why change it up with a family outing so early in the morning, right?

Jimmy surfed the internet while I entertained Katie on the floor of the bonus room.  Maggie was napping.  We were being silly, very silly.  I was tickling her. As she lay on the ground, I took both of her hands, held them over her head, and tickled her armpits.  I can honestly say that I did not feel like I was greatly overpowering her.  I feel sure I was hardly holding her hands.  But, she must have jerked her arms away, injuring her right wrist.  OH! THE SQUEALING that followed!

Katie cried and cried and whined and whined about the pain.  OH! THE PAIN!  I played doctor for all of 5 minutes to see if she could move her elbow, fingers, wrist, etc.  Everything seemed workable except for when she rotated her wrist. I became nervous that I may have fractured something in there.  I think Jimmy was in disbelief, too, but we nurtured the wounded as best we could.  

I wrapped her wrist in left over gauze from Jimmy's burn injury years ago and added a small ice pack in case of swelling.  Katie said in her most pitiful voice, "Thank you, Dr. Mommy."  She rested/vegged out in front of the TV for a little while, but the pain, OH! THE PAIN! was so intense she just kept whining. Later, Jimmy rewrapped the "wound" and repositioned a new ice pack. Once again, Katie said in her most pitiful voice, "Thank you, Dr. Daddy."  

It was a long day of helpless Katie on the couch with her arm propped up on a pillow.  She couldn't get to the kitchen table by herself.  She couldn't go to the bathroom by herself.  After we helped her on the pot, she threw her head back with such fatigue and said with a sigh, "Ahh, I'm done.  Wipe me."

It was an even longer night as I was the one getting up with her each of the THREE times she awoke whimpering.  Every time I tried to get her to go back to sleep, she would constantly talk over me saying, "Shhh, Mommy, you need to listen to me.  Sometimes kids get boo-boos inside their bodies."

Finally, morning came and she still complained of the pain.  I had a doctor's appointment, so Jimmy thought he might need to stay home and take Katie to the doctor himself.  They couldn't see her until 1pm, so he left for work and I planned to take her after my appointment.  Katie stayed at the Langworthy's house during my appointment.  I made sure to tell my friend (also named Katie) to keep an eye out for Katie's range of motion...  I suspected faking as she used her bum wrist to get into the car without incident!

Sure enough, my friend reported faking.  I canceled the appointment and the nurse laughed at me when I told her Katie was acting completely fine now.  I was nervous to cause a scene when I tried to remove the bandage, but Katie was excited to have it off...  "I can run again, I can jump again.  I'm all fixed! My wrist can talk again!"  (I don't understand that last one!)

I wish I had more video of the drama queen's moans and groans!  Serious Oscar potential!!!