Because this cute, (but sometimes clumsy) little girl fell off the monkeybars at school.
I got a call Thursday morning that went something like this:"Hi, Mrs. King?"
"Yes"
"This is Lori at the school. You need to come pick up Emma. She fell and it looks like she broke her arm."
"Oh, a, um, okay . . . We'll be there right away."
And then the adrenaline started pumping and I grabbed Talmage and we quickly left Walmart headed for the school.
Prayers were said, kind friends (and even strangers) helped out, Dad came to our rescue, x-rays were taken and by afternoon we had a diagnosis of a broken elbow and an appointment with the Orthopedic Surgeon.
Emma was so, so brave. They say she never cried in the school office (until she saw me, but i told her that it is a kids duty to cry when they see their Mom after a trauma). The worst part was probably straightening her arm for the x-rays. Her face went white/green and she started sweating profusely, and i thought she might pass out from the pain, but even then she only whimpered.Things kept growing. First it was an appointment with the surgeon to set it, then it would surely need surgery, probably just inserting pins with no incision, then the surgeon came in and informed us that it would be an open surgery, and then they told us that she would need to stay overnight in the hospital.
But things went well. They surgery was almost two hours and the waiting to see her again was excruciating. We got to have a little girls night out at the hospital. Emma enjoyed ordering whatever she wanted to eat from the hospital menu. The nurses brought her princess coloring pages and her very own crayons. In the morning our boys brought her a pink rose and a pink balloon.
We feel so very blessed with how everything played out. Thank you to all the kind friends who helped us take care of our little boys, and gave blessings of healing and strength, and even brought us dinner. Hopefully everything will heal up just perfectly. We love our sweet little Emma.
