Broken

Yes, it's broken. Miya's clavicle, that is. She took a tumble down a flight of 13 stairs in Jacob's parents' home. It was traumatic...especially for me. I did not remain calm, I must admit, and was as hysterical as Miya was for a while there. And I didn't even see it happen. But let me tell you, hearing it happen was worse than seeing it. I felt like I was seeing all of the worst case scenarios flashing before my eyes the way people describe their lives playing out in the seconds before a near-fatal accident. Evidently she dropped her toothpaste on the top step and fell as she was leaning down to pick it up.

This picture was taken the night before she fell...wearing the "princess jammies" that probably contributed to accelarating the tumble rate!


Anyway...a visit to the ER and 4 x-rays later, Miya (as well as the rest of us)was exhausted from the hours of crying...and we still had to pile in the car and make a 7hour trip back home. But we survived. Barely. Poor Mimi.

The next two days were rough, but Miya is doing pretty well. She still can't use her right arm much (they didn't put it in any kind of sling due to her age) but she doesn't cry very often because of the pain anymore. My poor baby...