Tantrum, etc., Part II

Let me start off by saying I HATE the tantrum phase. We usually try to ignore them, but, obviously, from what happened to Kallie last night, even that isn't going her safe when she throws them.

So--on to part two of this whole tantrum saga. (I really hope this is the last installment!!) Today, we were finishing up our shopping at Wal-Mart when Kallie decided that she wanted to go look at something in the opposite direction from where we were heading. She had been a pretty good little girl all the way through the store, holding Ryan's hand and walking everywhere because she insisted that she was a big girl and wasn't going to sit in the cart. So, when she decided to go the opposite direction, Ryan was still holding her hand. Once again, because Kallie did not get what she wanted, she threw her weight down on the fabulously gross Wal-Mart cheap-tile-covered cement floor. Only, this time, she didn't hit her face. Ryan felt a distinct POP! in her wrist and her right arm was rendered useless.

She fussed and complained a little and we even bribed her with candy, telling her that she needed to hold the m&m's in her right hand--just so we could see what the damage was. It didn't matter what we tried, she would NOT move her arm/hand. So, after unsuccessfully trying to call Kallie's pediatrician (again!), and unsuccessfully trying to find an urgent care place Ryan's friend told us about, we headed over to the emergency room to have them fix Kallie's arm. I was pretty sure it was just the Nurse Maid elbow that I had heard so much about--but I wanted to make sure that was all it was. After a 2 hour wait, we finally got into a room...and about 20 minutes later, the Dr. showed up. He examined her arm and confirmed that it was probably Nurse Maid elbow and then left again for a few minutes. When he came back, we laid Kallie on the table and I hugged her tight while he twisted and prodded her little arm back into place. Once it was back in, it took Kallie about 3 minutes before she started using it like normal again. Thank goodness it wasn't anything worse than that. It was a bummer that we spent 3 hours at the hospital tonight, but well worth knowing that she was OK.

I will admit, I feel somewhat at fault in this situation. Before you jump all over me and say that I had nothing to do with it, let me explain. Last night, after her little frenulum incident, I was so worried that her little lip was going to look funny for the rest of her life. So, I prayed that it would be OK and that it wouldn't affect her appearance. (I know, I know, DUMB! But, I'm a mom--what can I say?) Tonight, while we were waiting at the hospital, a mom from Moab, UT who was also in the waiting room started talking to me. Her 16-year old daughter had broken yet another bone at a cheerleading camp in Ogden, so she met her daughter at the hospital in Provo to get it taken care of. As we talked, I told her about the great frenulum incident from the night before and showed her Kallie's lip. She told me that the exact same thing happened to one of her kids! And, her EMT husband assured her at the time that it was nothing to worry about because it grows back. (She bolstered this assurance by telling me that her kid's frenulum had grown back also!) What a blessing for me to know that! Heavenly Father sure answers our prayers in strange ways...but I am so grateful that He has been able to provide these blessings and reassurances throughout these awful tantrum ordeals.