I guess it's a pretty common thing. Broken bones. Heaven knows my Dr. Gooch sees enough of them. But the feeling is anything but "common" when one of your flesh and blood breaks the bones whose beginning was inside of you.
I opened the washer door and stopped stuffing the clothes inside it when I heard an uncommon scream upstairs. I dashed up, Dr. Gooch was (gratefully) home and steps behind me. He said he knew it was bad when he heard me exclaim,
"Oh, Craig! Oh Craig!" Then, I informed him when he arrived on the scene, "She broke her arm!" As if it wasn't absolutely obvious. He sort of stood there for what I felt was way to long for the circumstances at hand.
"Well!? What do we do?" I asked weirdly because I knew the answer.
Well, we go to the ER, of course. And we did. For six hours.
Hazel told everyone the story. "I jumped off the couch over the rocking horse and I broke my arm." Yes, yes she did.
But after the morphine began its slow drip into her "blue lines" that drank it up "like little straws" her only concern was the Barbie movie and not moving from my lap. So we sat and waited for the doctor to come straighten things out. And, he did.
This was Friday. We carried her to dinner. We carried her to bed, too. Her broken arm had somehow rendered her legs useless. Saturday morning she discovered she could still walk as she momentarily forgot about her arm and slipped off the bed heading towards the door and pausing to say,
"Mom, I can walk!"
We're still working on eating. She fears throwing up, since a popsicle offered after she came out of the anesthesia did not stay down.
She has forged onward in her little life, cinching up her underwear, slipping shoes on her feet, balancing paper on her lap and coloring, and relating the story of her fateful dive over the horse.
Seth lends his shirts to her at bedtime since the bigger sleeves fit over her splint. Lucy, for the first day followed her around gently leading her here and there constantly reminding her to be careful of her arm.
Hazel has a way of capturing the hearts of those she engages.
It is something uncommon about her that draws them in.