So yesterday afternoon, DC had the bright idea of getting out of her crib unassisted. DKC and I weren’t there–DKC just heard the thud after it happened. She went into DC’s room to see what was wrong, and found her on the floor, crying.
Long story short, she broke two bones in her left wrist. Her arm is now in a splint, and in two or three days, we need to take her in to get a cast put on it. 4-6 weeks after that, she should be good as new.
How’s she taking it?
Quite well. For those of you that remember, TRC broke his leg when he was a year and a half old. That was far more traumatic than this. She stopped crying after fifteen minutes or so(!), reduced to whimpers of pain now and then, except when she moved the arm or had it touched. It was really pretty sad. What’s worse, is as a parent, there’s not much more we could have done, but we still feel responsible. Should we have moved her to a bed sooner? She’d never expressed the slightest real interest in getting out of her crib, and she liked being in it. The doctors all said this happens a lot–and only very rarely is something broken.
I guess we were just lucky.
Really, though, I do count us as lucky. The results could have been far worse. Better to have a broken bone that’ll mend than to have her land on her head or something. In any case, I spent the evening last night moving a bed into her room, and she’s walking around today with her arm in a sling (which she doesn’t like). Traumatic experience, all the way around.