NO MORE MONKEYS...

You know the song No more monkeys jumping on the bed? Well, the moral we know to be true. Except there weren't any monkeys on the bed or jumping. We had an Arlee climbing on her daddy's back. I guess this is close enough and it will have to do.
Friday last week was pretty crazy around 4PM. Hans and I were trying to clean up the house and get some other things done. Hans was holding a fussy Lydia and Arlee was trying to get him to play. She was climbing on his back and lost her footing and down she went like Humpty Dumpty. who had a great fall.
She was crying and I went and picked her up off the floor. When she falls like any parent, I checked for any blood, bumps or anything out of place. Well... something was out of place. I looked at her face, mouth and head, but I didn't see anything wrong. It wasn't until I touched her forearm that I noticed something nasty, gross and rather out of the ordinary. I quickly moved my hand back and said, "Hans I think Arlee broke her arm." I was holding back tears- Hans says. Hans said, "She does!" frantically as he popped off the bed with Lydia still in his arms.
He put Lydia down and ran and got his shoes and said, "We need to go to the hospital." Hans was ready so fast, but I wanted to take her too. So we got Lydia ready and grabbed Arlee's blue blanket and off we went. Arlee only cried for about 10 minutes and then fell asleep in the car. Hans and I were shocked. This is amazing. She is such a champ. We got to the ER and waited for about 30 minutes.
Then got some X-rays and sure enough our little monkey/ Humpty Dumpty needed to be put back together again. She broke both the bones in her forearm. They put a splint on her and told us to call the doctor on Monday and see when we could come in. After about a week they would put a cast on her.

Getting wrapped up

 After we got home she watched a movie and took it easy. It was hard for her not to get up and dance to the music, but for the most part she did really well. She was icing her arm at this point.

 After doing this we had to go out and get her new shirts. The ones that we had for her we couldn't get her arm in.

 On Monday I got her arm "waterproofed" with 2 grocery sacks and tape. Turns out it wasn't so waterproof. The grocery sacks leak. So I called the doctor and asked what they wanted me to do. They were going to call us anyway to come in, but I guess I beat them too it. The doctor wanted to look at her arm himself and take more x-rays. After seeing the x-rays it was obvious what needed to be done. We had to take her in the next day (today) and put her out to realign the bones. Her radius was 35 degrees off where it should be. There was no way that a cast was going to correct it. We needed to do it quickly too since little kids bones heal or harden so quickly after something like this. Adults- not so much! This through us for a loop since this is not what we were told in the ER a few days earlier. Honestly, it really frustrated me. I kept thinking, 'how is this little messed up arm going to heal the right way when it looks like the pictures below?' I guess I was right in thinking that. There was no way.
Of course, this is going to make me nervous, but it is what needed to be done. Our poor little Arlee. After we left the doctors I was started thinking. "What am I going to do? I am nursing and I need to be with Arlee. Hans is working- is he going to be able to get off. Hopefully I can figure something out." I called Hans and told him the news. He was pretty surprised and then told me that he would call the other pharmacist and see what they could work out. After I got home and got the girls unloaded and happy. I called my friend, Sara Coyle and told her what was going on. She asked me if I was a little stressed out? After that question I really started to think about it and sure enough I started crying. To tell you the truth I don't do very well with the anesthesia and I knew Arlee probably wouldn't  like it either. Sara and I talked for a little bit and I calmed down. I was okay and everything that I was worried about was getting better. Sara said that she would watch Lydia for us so I could at least be there.
Hans called me a little later and told me that he would be able to make it. This was a huge relief.

This was taken at the doctors on Monday after the bath.

 As you can tell it is not normal at all

 Arlee smiling away. She is such a tough little girl.

The next day (today) was surgery day. We were to there at 6:30 AM. I dropped off Lydia at Sara's and nursed her and met up with Hans and Arlee. The only thing that I missed was getting her dressed .

 You have to admit. She looks pretty cute. In the picture above she was telling us to take off the bracelet.

 The nurses were great with her. This nurse got a mask on and had Arlee color her a face on it. We also drew spiders and ducks on it too. Arlee loves drawing ducks-started with her potty training charts. We made sure to tell Arlee this isn't okay to draw on our own faces and she agreed. Smart girl.

 They showed Arlee the gas mask and had her play with it. They even put stickers on it for her. They showed her how she could smell it and blow into it. This is to help her when putting her to sleep.

 Hans and Arlee colored together too.

 They also gave her this toy to play with after they gave her some drugs to relax. She got pretty funny after that. Her speech got to be a little lazy and she started laughing about things. That was a good time.

Once she was relaxed then it was time to take her back to the operating room. Hans and I went out to the waiting room. After about a half hour a nurse came out and you could hear someone screaming. Then she said, "Can you hear her?" Then I said that is Arlee? I couldn't wait to go back and comfort her.  Five minutes later they came and got us. We walked back to a room full of nurses and Arlee screaming. She was not a happy camper. The poor thing was so upset. I took her and tried to comfort her while Hans talked with the anesthesiologist. She kept saying it hurts and we kept trying to figure out what she was talking about. Then she got even more mad. She would calm down and start right back up again. This went on for what seemed like forever. She kept trying to rip out the IV, which was put into her elbow pit as I call it. She had to keep her arm straight or it would hurt more. She didn't keep it straight. She wanted it out.
Anytime that a nurse would come in and touch her Arlee would start screaming and bending her arm again. They wanted her to drink juice before she could go home, but I didn't bring her sippy cup and I guess she had to have it. After trying to convince her to drink it we decided to just put it in a syringe and force her to swallow it. Once she got some of it down we could give medicine and take the IV out. Once that was done and over with she was better and did not scream anymore. Nice now we can go home...

Now that we are home. She is sleeping so perfectly. They said that she would be pretty groggy and she is just that. I hope she sleeps tonight. After waking up that early we all need some good sleep.  Here's to hoping.