Yes, it was one of those days today. Starts off blissfully normal and ends with your head still spinning from the 12 hours spent in the ER/hospital room/OR/recovery/hospital room and finally, home.
I had just arrived at school this morning and settled in. Lunch was stowed in the fridge, had my lessons plans ready to go and paused to grab a few more tissues as my biggest concern (at the moment) was the ever present congestion issues of pregnancy. A moment later Berta and I heard what we thought was either wailing or laughter. She commented on how one could never tell and we should just take a quick peek to make sure it wasn't one of hers (meaning an ISI student). I didn't pause to think it might be one of mine.
However, as we rounded the corner, the wailing grew louder and as I saw Kelsey running off, Caitlin was screaming and being led in the other direction. "It hurts!" reverberated through the open second floor and the way she was holding her arm so closely to her body, I thought it had to be her stomach. I couldn't fathom what might have happened during recess to cause her so much sudden anguish.
Until I made it to the other side and saw her arm and realized that arms don't bend like that in the middle. One does not have to be a doctor to see this type of injury and not mentally place the arm in a cast and a sling and just wish that it could be done instantaneously without the waiting and more intense pain you know will follow.
Given how close we were to the hospital, Berta was able to get us there more quickly than a call to 112 could produce a sjukrabil. I think the admissions process took longer. It seemed like days, but within 30 minutes she was on a gurney, arm re-wrapped, catheter in and we were headed to x-ray.
There was not one, but two broken bones in her lower left arm. Due to her new penchant for eating breakfast and snack, and the severity of the break, the setting of the bone had to wait for her stomach to clear so they could take care of it while she was under general anesthesia.
We waited it out in a hospital room in the children's area. She had to share the room with two other kids, both of whom were teenage boys who looked as though they had extensive ear surgery, oddly enough. Finally, after refusing more pain meds for the second time, they brought the pre-anesthesia dose of medication.
Fifty-five minutes later she was finally dozing off in the ER. It was not a peaceful nodding off, as the pain had increased and the sight of the blood pouring out of the catheter when they attached the IV made her even more wan (if this was possible). She made it through just fine, though, and half an hour later we were watching her sleep in recovery. As there were no other born in the recovery area, both of us were allowed to sit for over an hour while she woke up.
She woke up around 7 p.m. and while not thrilled, was much more comfortable with the bones properly set and stable. Four glasses of water, two pieces of toast, several nurse checks, the requisite trip to the "snyrtinger" and one doctor visit later we were finally on our way.
Mercifully, she is sound asleep and will sleep as late as she needs to tomorrow. And, yes, she will be home for at least two days. Not only do we have to avoid the potentially bad weather, but the type of break has to be closely monitored. If all goes well, she will be back in school Thursday, just in time to have another x-ray taken on Friday. We will be praying that the bone is not "desolate" (dislocated), as she heard in her post-anesthesia fog, but healing as it should be.
Oh, and how this whole incident (and the creation of the second "Caitlin" rule at ISI) even happened? That will have to wait for another day as even I am now exhausted and probably should get a little sleep, too...