Just a boring continuation of the falling at Grandma's house story. I'll try and write something a little less play-by-play tomorrow.
Last night, after the head bashing episode, Sophie began complaining of 2 things. 1, that her cousin had pushed her off the chair (I don't envy her the talk the she and her mom are going to have) and 2, that her arm hurt. The pain in her arm kept getting worse, to the point where she wasn't using it, was holding it close to her body, and would flinch if it was touched.
So today was a series of broken promises. I first promised Sophie that we'd go right home after the pediatrician's office. Nope. The doc could tell something was wrong, but decided that x-rays were needed. Then at the hospital, after a terrifying session with the x-ray machine, I promised her that we were ALL DONE! Nope. Just when she had calmed down, the technician came in and informed us that he needed more pictures. After those pictures, I promised her that it was time to go home. Nope. The technician informed us that we needed to take the pictures back to the pediatrician's for her to look at them. Fuckity fuck-o-rama.
Ultimately, it turns out that Sophie "displaced the fatty pad on her elbow." Huh? What the fuck is the fatty pad on her elbow? I mean, I know she's chunky, but elbow fat? Apparently it's part of the joint or something and hurts like a mother when it is moved in the wrong direction. So--now we try to keep her somewhat still and comfortable, then have more x-rays in 10 days. I was not informed what we do after 10 days if said fatty pad isn't back where it belongs.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
I guess getting to say, "Baby, we're really going home now. I promise," and then actually coming home, tucking her in, and letting her sleep off the doctor inspired terror. That doesn't seem like a best thing, but I was very glad when it happened.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Doctor's offices and hospitals