Until 7 p.m. tonight I had no idea what I was going to blog about.
Then as we were getting Em ready for her bath, she decided to make her body go limp and hang from Brent. She started screaming in pain and gripping her left arm, but it's the kind of thing that's happened to her before and usually fixed itself after a few minutes.
When she still wouldn't move her arm in the tub, and then wailed post-bath, "Mommy, I'm sad! My ARM!" we knew it needed more attention.
We took her to the ER, and although her spirits were much better ("I'm not sad anymore, Mommy!"), she still wouldn't move her arm. As we waited the few minutes to be seen, we could tell that she was relaxing a bit and not clutching her elbow so closely.
By the time the doctor came in, she had no problems using her left hand on the drawing program on my mother-in-law's iPad.
The doc played with her arm a bit, and either it had already fixed itself just before his arrival or he put the final fix on it. Either way, she was high-fiving me with that arm before he left the room.
She passed out on the way home and in a rare move, let me carry her upstairs and put her to bed without waking up.
That's one way to get some blog fodder, I suppose.
P.S. A few Twitter friends mentioned that if this "nursemaid's elbow" continues to happen, we can save ourselves some time and money by having the docs teach us how to fix it ourselves. Interesting!