On Monday night after Brayden's soccer practice, we went over to a friends house for FHE and pizza. I was just sitting back enjoying the evening, and the kids were on the trampoline laughing and having fun with each other. Suddenly Emma starting screaming. It was one of those cries where as a mom, you just know something is wrong. I ran out to get her and she kept saying, "My knee, my knee!" She didn't fall off or bounce into anyone, she just landed weird. After about an hour of her crying and refusing to straighten her leg, we decided to take her to the ER. Four hours later, we were told that nothing was broken, and were sent home with her in a brace. A couple days later, we took her into a children's orthopedic specialist who took more x-rays, and decide that she, in fact, had a minor fracture.
She hasn't been back to school, and won't be able to go back until she can walk on her own. She isn't walking yet, and tomorrow we are taking her back to be reevaluated and see if she needs to have a cast from her foot to above her hip. Crossing my fingers that she won't need one!
I'm so grateful to have healthy children. Bones and bumps and bruises heal, and this will all be behind us in the near future. This experience has really made me appreciate just how blessed I am that I've never had to deal with any major health crisis with my children.