Just as we were settling in to the backyard of the Phillip's home for a nice relaxing night of banana splits and volleyball, I heard Grace crying and saw her rolling on the ground beneath the swing set. I thought she was was just being dramatic and throwing a fit or something. I sent Nate over to check on her and he immediately called out for help. Apparently, she had climbed up the side bars of the swing set after her monkey of a brother, and fell from the very top onto the grass. I came over and could see right away that her bones were broken. The sight of her arm nearly had me losing my dinner. I didn't look at it the rest of the night. Nate carried her in the house and she was given a quick blessing of comfort and help. Then we got in the car and headed to the closest hospital. Grace was crying the whole way there. I was trying to comfort her, but I didn't know what to expect because I have never broken a bone. Her biggest anxiety was not the pain she was experiencing, it was how the doctors were going to fix her arm. She knew that it would be very painful and she kept saying how she wished that she could just be asleep when they fixed her arm.
When we arrived at the Emergency Room they immediately sent Grace back to a room and put her wrist on ice. They put a pick line in her other arm and started giving her doses of morphine. They determined that Grace would need to go to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake to see a pediatric surgeon. They were afraid that because the break was so pointy it would be hard to set. Because Grace had a pick line in her arm and was under the influence of morphine, they sent her by ambulance to the hospital. I was able to ride with her and hear her funny stories. The technician kept telling me that Grace should fall asleep anytime, but instead she just kept on getting loopier and loopier. They gave her a unicorn in the ambulance for comfort. When we arrived at the hospital the surgeon told us that surgery wasn't necessary and they could put her out with some short-term medication and then set her arm. Thus, her prayers were answered: she would not be awake when they fixed her arm. Six hours later we left the hospital with Grace in an arm wrap and a sling. She was so brave the whole night! In two weeks she would get her cast!
Here is Grace post-trauma at Grandma Pack's house. You can see her swollen fingers! She is holding her unicorn, Mystic, that she got on the ambulance. So long soccer season.
When we arrived at the Emergency Room they immediately sent Grace back to a room and put her wrist on ice. They put a pick line in her other arm and started giving her doses of morphine. They determined that Grace would need to go to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake to see a pediatric surgeon. They were afraid that because the break was so pointy it would be hard to set. Because Grace had a pick line in her arm and was under the influence of morphine, they sent her by ambulance to the hospital. I was able to ride with her and hear her funny stories. The technician kept telling me that Grace should fall asleep anytime, but instead she just kept on getting loopier and loopier. They gave her a unicorn in the ambulance for comfort. When we arrived at the hospital the surgeon told us that surgery wasn't necessary and they could put her out with some short-term medication and then set her arm. Thus, her prayers were answered: she would not be awake when they fixed her arm. Six hours later we left the hospital with Grace in an arm wrap and a sling. She was so brave the whole night! In two weeks she would get her cast!
Here is Grace post-trauma at Grandma Pack's house. You can see her swollen fingers! She is holding her unicorn, Mystic, that she got on the ambulance. So long soccer season.
