After winning the Lousy Mother of the Year award in 2007 for my daughter's unnatural ability to spot a peanut butter cup, I've already secured the title for 2008.
Wendy and I were waiting for James after church last night. She wanted to run like a hooligan, and I wanted to keep her a bit more in control, so I was holding her hand. She decided to play and swing from my hand, and I let her. She thought it was funny, and then she got cranky.
Not thinking too much about it, I pulled her back up and we went on. Then I began to notice that every time we touched her right arm, she cried. When Grandpa gave her a hug, when James tried to get her attention, and when I was putting her coat on. Hmm.
We drove home, and she fussed a bit in the car. We got home and took her coat off, and her whole right arm, from above the elbow to her wrist, was slightly puffy and red. Uh oh.
We made our first ER trip last night. After an exam by a nice doctor and some radiographs, Wendy was diagnosed with Nursemaid Elbow - a dislocated elbow. It had worked its way back into place before the doctor saw her, but there was some residual swelling and pain.
I'm giving myself the Lousy Mother of the Year award because I knew this could happen! I knew someone whose 3 year old daughter dislocated her elbow under almost identical circumstances. I just never thought it would actually happen to Wendy. So no more swinging by the hands, no more picking up by the arms, and now we even have to be careful putting on her jacket. If it dislocates once, it's much more likely to happen again. Sigh.
The good news is that she's fine this morning. And I hope we never, ever have to make another nighttime jaunt to the ER!