It’s Not All Mary Poppins

First Aid Challenge

Anna wakes from her nap. She’s a snuggler upon waking, and usually likes to sit in my lap for a few minutes before joining the others. I enjoy it, too. She leans again me, warm and cuddly, the top of her head just the right height for a quick kiss now and then. I pick up her hand as it lays in her lap and give the back of the pudgy hand a squeeze and another kiss.

Anna’s whole body tenses, and she shrieks in pain. I put the hand back. That was unexpected. Now that I consider, her left arm is laying funny. It doesn’t look quite right. I wiggle the wrist, flex the fingers. Nothing appears awry. Squeeze the fingernails. They go white, and immediately pink again. Good, good. Lift the arm midway. It’s limp. Let it go. It drops with a thump. Not normal. My heartrate accelerates as I consider. I can feel the thud in my chest.

I slip her shirt off, compare left shoulder to right, manipulate her shoulder, checking for dislocation. Everything appears normal. I lift her arm and gently bend the elbow. It moves without obvious discomfort, but falls, inert, to her lap when I let it go.

“Emma, get me one of those mini doughnuts, will you?”

I hold the doughnut in front of the baby. Anna reaches with her right hand. I give her a bit, then hold the right hand down. Anna reaches with her left hand.

Phew. She can move it. Anna reaches with her left hand, but then uses the two hands together to bring it to her mouth. Not so good. We try it again, holding the right arm the whole time. She lifts the doughnut towards her mouth with her left hand, but then ducks her head down to bite.

What is going on? It’s not broken – how could it be, and me not notice? It’s not dislocated. I rub the skin of her forearm. She winces and yelps with pain.

Hmmm… I think I know what this is. Squeeze her hand. More wincing, but no shrieks this time.

Ten minutes later, the girl is right as rain. Any ideas?

© 2006, Mary P

November 22, 2006 Posted by | parenting, random and odd | 19 Comments