The next morning Crosbi woke up in a fairly good mood, but wasn't putting any weight on her arm and was barely using her hand. From her mood alone we agreed it probably wasn't a major issue, and continued to watch her. By Monday she was using her arm even less, going out of her way to use her right hand for everything. Todd and I both knew it wasn't just a sprain or a bruise. I took Crosbi to urgent care on Monday afternoon where it was confirmed that she had broken her wrist in two places. I felt so awful for not taking her in sooner.
My girl is such a trooper. So much braver than me. I would have cried and complained the whole time, but she only got upset during her X-rays and just sat back and watched as her little hot pink cast was put on. I officially took my name off the Mom of the Year ballot. Having a toddler is tough! I love that she's fearless. I don't want her to be a constant worrier like me, but c'mon kid! I've never even had a sprain, so the experience was all new to me.
I've posted many times that having Crosbi has made me brave, but a toddler with a cast wouldn't have been my first choice in toughening up. I have a feeling I'm in for a wild ride with my girl. I just hope it doesn't include too many trips to the ER. Sheesh!