As an opportunity to remember years past (ie life before I started this blog), I will occasionally post a few cute pictures and memories that are worth recording. Of course, they will only contain pictures taken after 2003 which is when we started using a digital camera. Someday maybe I will get enough time and motivation to scan my old prints into the computer. But for now...
Looking back to Sept - October 2003....
We celebrated Isaac's third birthday. I was very large with child at the time. We had Isaac's party at the local park and invited some friends and neighbors. During the festivities, Addie, being the gymnast that she is, was doing acrobatics with some friends. I never actually saw what happened but I know it involved launching Addie into the air. Suddenly she came to us holding her arm complaining that she had hurt herself. 3 month old intern resident Dr. Wes did a physical examination of the arm and declared that it most likely was a sprain. We continued on with the party as planned with a subdued and wincing Addie cradling her right arm. Now don't judge us too harshly because if you know Addie - she gets hurt a lot and most of the time it turns out to be nothing! But I am sorry to say that we have actual video footage of Isaac opening his presents with Addie moaning in the background. My voice can be heard, "Addie! Just wait until Isaac is done opening his presents! You are going to be fine!" Nice.
After the party was over - yes, the presents, cake and ice cream and all - with Addie still in a lot of pain, Wes decided to take her to the ER. As it turned out, we had ignored a complete fracture of the ulna and a partial fracture of the radius - the two bones in the right arm. I felt awful! Here is Addie with her cast and sling (The date is wrong on the picture because we didn't really know how to use our camera at the time). Addie - 5 and 1/2, Isaac - 3
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Oh, man, sometimes there are some parenting moments I wish I could get a do over on! Fun idea, the flash backs...
I remember this sequence of events -- My Dad (also a Dr.) completely ignored one of my brothers' broken arms for hours -- it was my Mom who said "It's broken!" It really is hard to tell, but what a great memory!
Poor Addie. I'm sure she has forgiven you, and this is how parenting goes, doesn't it?
Oh, I remember the day, like yesterday. Time is a funny thing.
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