Broken

That's exactly how I feel...broken ~ heartbroken to be exact. Reagan was playing and jumping on the couch Monday evening when I heard a loud thump. No big deal, I hear those noises all the time. This time, she cried a little longer than usual and wanted a little extra love. I thought she was just being her dramatic self and thought no more of it. She woke up Tuesday, still saying she had a boo-boo on her arm and it was hurting. We put a band-aid on it and off to school we went. I had noticed that she wasn't using her right hand to eat with, wouldn't use it to climb up in a chair...so I called her doctor. They did an xray, but he wasn't certain if her arm was broken or not, so he sent us to the orthopaedist. Within 2 minutes of seeing her xrays, we were moved to the casting room and my tears began to fall!! Dr. Pekman said she had a fractured wrist and it's common in children her age. Reagan was such a brave little girl and picked out a purple cast because that's her favorite color in the "whole wide world". The cast will have to stay on for at least 3 weeks.

Getting her cast on a the doctor's office (for the record I had my camera with me because of picture day at school, but it came in handy here too!)

Resting after a long day at doctor's offices
Showing her cast to CooperWhat can I do with this on my arm? At least she can still watch movies!