I figured it would happen sooner or later, but this is a LOT sooner than I thought! So, here is the story: As I have mentioned in an earlier post, Arden figured out how to climb out of her crib a couple of weeks ago. She hadn't tried it for a couple of weeks, so I wasn't really worried about it much anymore. So, today I put Arden down for her afternoon nap as usual, and ran downstairs to jump on my laptop and start working (things are really busy at work, we are trying to get ready to release earnings numbers on Tuesday!).
As I was frantically typing along, I could hear Arden reading a story to her baby doll. Then, she was really quiet for a while, and I assumed she had dropped off to sleep. Next thing I know, there is a "THUD! Waaaaah!!" coming over the baby monitor. I ran upstairs, found Arden on the floor, and scooped her up. She cried a little bit longer than is usual for her (probably almost 2 minutes instead of her usual 30 seconds). But, I got her favorite blankie and plugged in her binkie and we sat down in the rocker in her room and she was soon quiet. I rocked her for a while, and then I laid her back down to sleep. I didn't think too much of it, and she took her usual nap.
However, she woke up from her nap crying. When I picked her up, she told me her arm hurt. I tried kissing it better, but that didn't seem to work. We had been planning on taking her to my parent's house while Preston and I went out to dinner, so I asked her if she wanted to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house and have Grandma kiss it better. She LOVES Grandma and Grandpa's house. LOVES. But she said "Nooooo!" Uh-oh, I thought. We might be in trouble here. So, I sat down and tried to figure out exactly what the arm situation was. Her arm looked pretty normal to me, but she didn't really like me to move it around too much. I tried asking her which part of her arm hurt, but here is how that conversation went:
Me: Does your shoulder hurt, sweetie?
Arden: Uh-huh!
Me: Does your hand hurt?
Arden: Uh-huh!
Me: Does your elbow hurt?
Arden: Uh-huh!
Me: Does your nose hurt?
Arden: Uh-huh!
Me: Does your flibberdeegibbet hurt?
Arden: Uh-huh!
So, after a few more meaningful Q&A sessions between me and Arden, I told Preston that I wanted to take her to the Instacare. So, we got all packed up and into the car. We checked in at the Instacare around 5:30, and were told Arden couldn't be seen until 7:30 (why do they call it "Instacare?" Shouldn't it be called "In-a-couple-of-hourscare?"). We weren't too worried, since Arden was happily playing with the toys in the waiting room and didn't want to leave. She hadn't been crying since we strapped her into the car seat. So, we loaded back into the car to go grab dinner while we waited for our turn to see the doctor.
Arden was fine all through dinner, and ate all of her Wendy's chicken nuggets! But, she still wasn't moving her arm much. She happily played with some toys while we passed the time, and hadn't complained about her arm at all. But, to be on the safe side, we headed back to the Instacare when 7:30 rolled around. They decided to take an x-ray of her shoulder, which Arden HATED! But, she got a sticker, so it was all worth it to her in the end. The x-ray and it came back negative. The doctor told us to get a sling for her arm and was just about to send us home, but he decided at the last minute to check her elbow too. So, back we went to the x-ray room. Needless to say, Arden was less than thrilled to be back. She cried quite a bit as they tried to get her elbow into different positions for the x-ray, so I started to get worried. We went back to the exam room, second sticker in hand, to await the results of the elbow x-ray. Arden happily stuck her sticker on her shirt and smiled for this picture:

The doctor came back in and said her elbow was broken! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! He said a bunch of other stuff after that, but I didn't hear any of it. Luckily Preston was there! All I could hear in my head was lots of voices asking How could this HAPPEN? Why oh why oh why didn't I switch her to a toddler bed last week? It is ALL my fault! I have broken my sweet baby! I am a BAAAAAAD mom!! She is BROKEN! The tears welled up in my eyes and I just tried to concentrate on not crying in front of the doctors and nurses, not to mention Arden. The nurses put Arden's little arm in a little pink cast (Arden happy as a clam through it all. Me on the other hand, barely reigning in hysterics). When they were done, they gave her a sucker and ANOTHER sticker, and she was on cloud nine.
After that, we made our escape and got out to the car where I could cry like the big wussie that I truly am. I asked Preston for the recap of what the doctor had said, and here it is: There is little to no displacement of any of the bones. This means that she will probably just need to keep the cast on for 3 weeks or so, and no surgery or anything will be needed. However, we are supposed to call and get an appointment set up with an orthopaedics specialist for next week to give her another checkup and make sure things are still looking good. Luckily, Preston knows an orthopaedist in our stake, so we are calling tomorrow to get an appointment. Unluckily, Preston is going out of town again next week, so I will have to go by myself!
We got home around 9:00 p.m., and I gave Arden a guilt cookie and some Tylenol and put her down to sleep. She went right to sleep and is still sleeping peacefully now. Maybe I will go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and this will all have been one bad dream!