Now she's done it...

I should have known Friday was heading in the wrong direction... left work early to put the toddler beds together. This cute little pink lady loves to climb out and entertain her brother in the morning.  So to avoid injury, we were making the switch.  When I went to put them together, they ordered the wrong damn rails.  Despite my ordering from the furniture manager, despite describing in detail that we do not have the fancy cribs that turn into full size beds, despite all that effort, they ordered the wrong effing rails.  And of course I did not know this until after I attempted to be townhouse aware, and toss the boxes on garbage day.  Luckily, the manager admitted it was her error. Two sets of rails have been located and are being Fed Ex'd today.

That still does not explain this lovely pink lady.  M. decided to fight with the twisty slide on Friday.  She lost.  But really it was a weird freakish acident, and she was actually fine for a good half hour after, playing and running around the playground.  But then she tried to climb and started to cry. She doesn't cry. I mean she does, but only for a tantrum. This was not a tantrum. She doesn't cry when she falls, when she gets hurt. She just gets up and goes on as if nothing happened. Her brother, he cries. If it was him, I would have told him to grow a pair.  But it wasn't B. It was M. who was crying.  And pointing to her little wrist.  As the doctor said, when she landed, she "squished" her bone, and resulted in a torus fracture. Not fractured in the normal sense, but squished. Of course, there could also be a hairline fracture...not sure until more xrays.  The original diagnosis calls for a splint for one week...not sure about the latter. I guess we will find out on Wednesday when we see the "orthopedic tramautology" doctor. 

Not that the splint has slowed her down or even fazed her.  The next morning, she still climbed right out of the crib to entertain her brother. And she is still climbing everything and running around!  And she did not really cry once we got to the ER.  Such a trooper...