No more hurdles for this girl! Oh dear! Ken called me on the way home from picking up Fiona from hurdles practice. Fiona was crying hard in the background. I felt pretty calm even though my baby girl was miserable. I just knew we needed to go to the hospital. I haven't been to the emergency department in a long time, I think the last time I was personally there was taking Fiona when she was 3ish and fell on her head. Our wait was long ish but all things considered, not too bad. Fiona had moments of pain and tears and moments where she pulled herself together.
After the x-ray, and after the first waiting room and then the second waiting room and then getting called to see the doctor, he said that he had good news and bad news. The bad news, which Fiona wanted first, was that her wrist was broken. She was shocked and funnily a little excited - or maybe just relieved that the pain that was really bad, was actually real. The good news, he informed us, was that she didn't have to be sedated to be casted - ugh!
Fiona's after photo, when we were waiting for Ken to come get us.
This first cast will need to be replaced sometime next week, we'll get a call, and we aren't totally sure when the cast will come off, but Fiona's next month is not looking quite like she had expected. She wasn't expecting to not go to the hurdles competition, she wasn't expecting to miss out on the 5km, she wasn't expecting to have a broken wrist for her birthday. She's had some real ups and downs tonight. I pray that she'll be brave and comforted through this very not fun experience.
