I am a Bad Mom

On Conference Saturday Aidan was playing in the backyard.  She was running and tripped.  she naturally put her hand out to stop her fall and ended up crunching it on the cement landing.  Well people, I thought she had a sprain or strain.  She could move her fingers and wrist.  Nothing looked out of alignment.

 Fast forward to about 12 days later.  It wasn't getting better.  I took her to work and asked the Physical Therapist if he would take a look at it.  He did some tests and there was noticeable lack of strength and rotation.  He did ultrasound on it and sure enough there was a change in the frequency.  He was 90% sure she had a fracture.  So the next day I took her in for an x-ray.  Two bones, each with a fracture.  They splinted her and told me to take her to Primary Children's Hospital to their fracture clinic.  Which happens to only be on Wednesday.  It was Wednesday.  I asked for the number and called just as soon as I got to the car.  They took down our information.  Then the receptionist told me she was transferring me to another person.  She also said if she didn't pick up to leave a message and she would call me back.  Of course she didn't answer.  Even in her message she mentioned not to call multiple times, that she would get back within 24 hours.  SO, I left my contact information and waited.  And waited and waited.  I re-arranged my work schedule all on the premise of having to hear back from this person in the hopes that she would say "Come on up".  And so day became night and night became morning. It was 26 hours later that I called again.  I was a little upset that this "medical professional" had not called me back.  As it was we had to wait another week to get her bones casted.

Fast forward a week.  We arrive 20 minutes before the scheduled appointment to fill out paperwork.  It took five minutes.  As we were heading to the waiting room the nurse called out Aidan's name.  3 minutes later x-rays are done and we are in a room.  A nurse comes in quickly and asks which color casting material Aidan would like.  2 minutes later 3 nurses and the doctor come in.  The doctor explains that it was a clean break and would take 3 weeks in the cast.  I feel really bad because it's already been 3 weeks without a cast slowly starting to heal.  What bothers me though is what if her break had to be SET first?  We would have been three weeks into healing a misaligned bone.  That would have been AWFUL!  I guess Heavenly Father was looking out for Aidan.  I'm glad He was.

 Less than 10 minutes later the three nurses have her completely casted.  Then the last nurse had to custom mold the cast to her particular break.  Boom, boom, boom.  Just like that we are done.

3 weeks to go and we go back for new x-rays to see how it's healed.  I'm just so thankful it's all taken care of now and she is no longer in pain.  My poor baby! And that's why I'm a bad mom...