We Love the ER

I had a proud Mommy moment.  I was thinking how I hadn't praised Hazel lately on the cute things she does, so I took the opportunity to take a pic of one of her latest creative play ideas.  She had stacked the 3 bean bag chairs on top of each other, stuck the riding unicorn stick into a pool noodle, and climbed on top, making her queen of the mountain (she could even touch the ceiling with her stick!).  Click.  Then a minute passed, she told me she was going to jump down, and then, "AHHHH!" Screaming.  I knew it didn't sound like a usual owie squeal; this was more serious.  As I got closer, I noticed her forearm was totally curved.  No question it was broken.  I panicked, put some clothes on (of course I wasn't ready for the day at 11 am), called my friend Emily, dropped Grayson off at her house, called my dad, pulled over and took a picture of her arm to send to him, and headed to the hospital ER in Richardson.  Thankfully Hazel wasn't screaming constantly.  I don't know how she was so brave and strong, but I think I was more in shock than she was.  In the ER though, she had some tougher times when they did the IV, xrays, and especially when they set her arm.  Poor thing!  I couldn't watch, but I just cried with her.  I wasn't alone in this though.  There was a medical student observing the orthopedist, and she shed some tears with us!  I thought that was so sweet.  Thank goodness for cartoons because they kept Hazel's mind off the bad things mostly.  Sadly enough, they didn't give her a pink cast because they only had white in the ER, but I was quick about buying a bright pink sharpie so people could sign it and make it prettier.  One of the sweetest things about the experience is that the first thing Hazel asked her daddy when he got home was if he could give her a blessing.  The first few days in the cast were tough on her, but it was very helpful to have James home on the weekend to help out.  The follow-up appointment a week later showed her bones are straight, so hopefully we'll get her cast off in Beaumont after Christmas.  It's amazing how quickly kids' bones heal.

(before)

(after)

We have the sweetest friends and family.

Grandpa Hayes said put it up, so up it went!

A week later - 

Then a week and a day later I was cutting the hair off the bottom of our vacuum with a seam ripper, and it slipped and gouged my left arm.  It didn't get really bloody, but I knew it was a deep cut, so I squinted and took a picture to send to my dad (poor Dad), and lied down on the couch so I wouldn't pass out.  James came home early from Lowe's Build and Grow with Hazel, and back to the ER we went!  We decided to keep it exciting and went to the Baylor ER in Murphy.  Yuck.  It was so gross looking.  I feel extremely blessed not to have cut any tendons or anything major.  8 stitches and I was good to go home.  I'm glad this one was me and not one of the kids, but I still felt pretty stupid doing something like that.  The doctor said those kind of things happen all the time.  I don't know if he was just trying to make me feel better or what.  Anyway, Matt deemed this as the "Attack of the Palmer Forearm Week."  I'm thinking it might be best to keep James and Grayson in a padded room until we go down to Beaumont.  It was hard for my dad to be so far away when he could've easily helped in both situations had he been here.  I'm just grateful he's so calm and helps so much over the phone and Facetime!  He may be retiring this year, but his work will never be done.   

 The before pic of this is too gruesome to post, so here is the after stitches pic.