What can I say?

We play hard around here.

It is, indeed broken. It happened this afternoon when she decided she wanted to practice riding on Addison's bike. So we did. And I gave the bike a little shove on her second try and over she went. She cried and cried. The arm looked crooked and I asked her to wiggle her fingers, which she couldn't do because they were "so easy." (A Bryn-ism for "asleep," as in, "My foot is asleep.")

I called a friend who took Addison and Leah for me, called Nate to give him a heads up, and we headed to the doctor where she cried and cried and wanted to "get out of here!" and absolutely did not want x-rays or a cast because it hurt too bad. But luckily the right people (and green suckers and Sleeping Beauty stickers) were in the right places and we somehow got it done, bless her heart. And bless the x-ray lady's heart who simply brought me a box of tissues and stood there like it was the most natural thing in the world when I started crying my head off too.

It is broken just under the elbow on her right arm. She has a temporary cast and a sling for now. We'll go into the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow, which I guess is protocol, since the break is right where the nerve (hence the easiness) and artery are. But the doctor seemed pretty confident that she wouldn't need a pin. Once the swelling goes down they'll put her in her real cast, which will go over the elbow and all the way down to her hand. Blah.

She was very brave through it all, and the tylenol with codeine seems to be doing the trick and helping her to sleep. And we talked to her soccer coach tonight and are relieved that she will still get to play. She's been so excited about her first game this Saturday.