With five kids, and three being energetic boys, it’s inevitable that we’re going to have some cuts and bruises. We’ve had to have one kid stitched up, but so far we’d managed not to have any broken bones.
Well, no longer. We’ve got one now, and a leg no less.
So which little hellion was it? Did Eli fall from a tree? Did Aaron get hurt during a wrestling free-for-all? Did Sarah wipeout on her rollerblades? Was Sam injured in some daredevil stunt gone awry? Nope.
Last night, on the eve of her 7-month birthday, Rachel took a dive off of her changing table. Tanya was right there, but sometimes two hands just aren’t enough.
It was a little hard to tell at first, but by morning it was obvious she was really hurt and Tanya took her to the emergency room. The left femur is broken just above the knee. Not sure how it happened, but I suppose it could have been much worse. And for the second time in as many months I find myself thinking, “I’m sure glad that didn’t happen in the Bahamas.”
Other good news is that Rachel was fitted with a brace and not a cast. A cast would have covered half her body and required she be sedated. I’d hate to be the doctor who tries to “put under” one of Tanya’s kids. He might get put under something himself.
It’s also fitting that this post follow Tanya’s Thanksgiving post, since we had three heroines step up to tag-team the Fantastic Four while Tanya was at the hospital and I am flying back from the Left Coast. Even the regular Friday boat-cleaning chores got done. Wow.
Rachel, of course, will be fine. Damage to our checkbook remains to be seen. Tanya had to meet with a social worker, but an "investigation" won’t be necessary.
We’re not bad parents, really. This is just one of those things that happen. It’s kind of a miracle any of us survive childhood.