Down and Out

A little over a week and a half ago, I got called to Kansas City for a work trip. The day that we were finishing up and I was supposed to head home, I received a call from Roger who told me that he was looking for a Walgreens in which to buy a splint since he was pretty sure he had just broken his finger with a hammer.
It turned into a day long event for him since after he found the splint he decided to go to urgent care to have it checked out. With some help from my mom, Teagan was picked up from daycare and Rog was seen by a doctor, fitted with a larger splint, and referred to an orthopedic specialist the following week. After the visit to urgent care, my parents had some dinner waiting for him at their house and I was able to meet up with the entire family there upon my return from KC. Teagan informed me that Daddy had "a big, big, big baind-aid" on his arm.
After his visit with the specialist on Wednesday morning, he returned home with a big, big, bigger "baind-aid", a cast covering his entire arm below the elbow and orders not to use that hand for two weeks. Later that same night, Teagan was playing and ran into her room. She managed to trip and land face first into the frame of her bed. Neither of us actually saw it happen, but the immediate wail following the rather loud thump caused us to get into the room pretty quickly. It was our first real semi-emergency situation involving Teagan and a notable amount of blood. We ended up calling everyone we knew to figure out how concerned we needed to be and if we needed to get to the ER, consult a doctor and/or a dentist. We have been very blessed with good and knowledgeable friends who called us back quickly and offered their advice and expertise while we waited for a return call from the doctor's exchange. One of our friends from church, a pediatric dentist, actually insisted on abandoning her evening plans to see Teagan for herself. She came to our house and quickly put our minds at ease after earning Teagan's trust and being allowed access to look inside her mouth. She told us Teagan would be sore for a few days and needed to eat softer foods, but that we really didn't need to be very concerned and she should heal nicely. After a somewhat rough night of intermittent sleeping, she woke up in some pain and I decided to stay home and keep an eye on both of the patients. (Mostly the little one. The bigger one handles himself pretty well.) We spoiled her with popsicles and jello, and by the end of the day she was mostly back to her regular self, with just occasional episodes of tears and soreness. So, it's been a rougher sort of week, but if this is as bad as it gets, I think we've been pretty fortunate.

A couple of funnies from the mouth of Teagan to end with:
caterpillar = pallapitter or pillacatter

Singing what she calls "The Barney Song":
I lub shoes (I love you)
I lub shoes (You love me?)
Eh fam-i-lee (We're a happy family)
Gig hug an inna kiss from me to you (With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you)
Shu say you lub me too (Won't you say you love me too?)

To Chappy:
"My mommy Aimee and my daddy Rosher. What your name, Dappy?"