Part of the reason is the greeting I always receive when I walk in the door at work. I can always count on Sis's excited squeal of "DEDYN!!!!!!! You came back home to meeeee!!!!!" as she comes barreling through the living room to hug me at the door.
How many people get that kind of greeting from their coworkers every Monday?
But today when I stepped over the threshold, no grinning little girl tackled me hello. Instead she was cuddled up with her momma on the living room recliner, sipping her requisite strawberry milk, clutching her pink blanket, and looking generally pitiful.
Mom-of-The-Kids informed me Sis had been playing a little rough with her dad and brothers the night before (well-- rough for HER, that little dainty thing... The most rough-housing she generally participates in is a piggy-back ride and playing Tickle Monster) and she had began mentioning that her arm was sore shortly after. It wasn't a dramatic thing, just a little girl retreating from bath time and further playing in favor of snuggling up with some cartoons and chill time.
This morning, however, was a different story. The normally-agile Sis laid in bed calling for her momma's help in sitting up and getting out of bed. And since that moment, Sis wouldn't move her arm at all and was very uncomfortable anytime the arm was jostled in any way. She preferred the arm to lay unmoving across her leg and wouldn't allow it to be touched in any capacity.
Poor thing.
We gave her some Tylenol and indulged her every whim for a few hours until she could see the doctor.
She didn't hate it.
Apparently it was something called Nursemaid's Elbow and is fairly common in toddlers... An exam and adjustment at the doctor, and an hour later she was playing like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Now, Mom-of-the-Kids? Seeing her baby hurting that way today, AND being present for the doctor's adjustment? SHE may need some heart medication.
Scratch that. She needs a margarita.
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