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Because “I have a knee injury” doesn’t make me sound like such a dork.

A week ago Sunday, we took a little road trip to a city north of us. We have out-of-state friends who were going to be in that area with their baby girl while visiting some relatives, and we’d been invited to go spend lunch and the afternoon with them.

It was great to see them!

After lunch, the six of us headed out to explore the town on foot. While on the way to our next destination, Claire tripped and fell, skinning both knees. If you’ve spent any time at all around a preschooler, you know that this is par for the course. I had some Hello Kitty™ Band-aids in my purse, and once those were applied, Claire was good as new.

We had a great visit, and when it was time to say our good-byes, they commented about Claire’s skinned knees, hoping she felt better. In true form, she’d already forgotten about them. Then, we started talking about how if one of us skinned our knee, it would be terrible. “I’d have to take the day off work!” one of our friends joked. We all agreed.

None of us heard the ominous music playing in the background.

We parted ways, and we started walking back to our car. It was a great day; the new scenery of a different town was interesting. It was flat. Very flat. By this time, Claire was riding in the umbrella stroller, with Daddy pushing her toward our car. We could see it! There it is…right there up ahead.

All of a sudden, I fell. I don’t even know what happened. My right ankle twisted when I tripped on a clod of air, and I fell. Hard. Right on my left knee. The mangled mess was disturbing to say the least. Blood was dripping down my leg.  The palms of my hands were all bruised and scraped.  I was trying not to panic. I got up, took three steps and fell again. On the same knee.

To my husband’s credit, he responded appropriately. It’s taken him over 10 years to learn that the first response is never supposed to be, “What the blankety-blank happened!?” The first response is always supposed to be “Are you okay!?”

But, I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay. I don’t know why I fell. All of the obvious indicators didn’t fit. I hadn’t been drinking. I was wearing heeled sandals, but I’ve worn them a million times. The sidewalk wasn’t uneven. There weren’t any massive cracks. But, it was what it was, and I needed our first aid kit.

I hobbled to the car, trying really hard not to sob.  It seemed miles away, but in reality was just a couple blocks. The tears were streaming down my face, and Claire was a little freaked out. Daddy got Claire strapped into her car seat, and he got the first aid kit that I carry with me everywhere. (If I don’t have it in my purse, it’s in the trunk of my car.) Luckily, we had a Band-Aid big enough.  Barely.  The skinned area just below my knee was huge and gruesome.

After I got home, I cleaned it thoroughly and then freaked out some more at the swelling. The area was all swollen and gross. I bandaged it again and then sat with it iced and elevated.

It’s been a week, and I’m happy to report that it’s healing, but it’s still very painful. The location of it is such that I have to move it when I walk. That movement makes the healing process very painful and slow.

I’ve had to alter how I do some things, and I can’t wait to walk again without pain and a limp. I realize I’m very lucky in the grand scheme of things. It wasn’t like the last time I fell. I am still mobile. I still have the use of all my limbs.

Edited to add: Needless to say, my newest challenge has been put on hold indefinitely. 🙁

I do, however, need to come up with a better story, because, “I have a skinned knee” just sounds silly and doesn’t quite represent the reality of the situation.

Or maybe it does, and I’m just not as tough as most 3-yr olds. 🙂

Claire vs. Chair

So, in the last three days, Claire has fallen off three different chairs.  I’m really hoping history doesn’t repeat itself, and make today Day Number Four.  Knock on wood…but not with your head, please.

It all started on Thursday.  Thursday was slotted to be a relatively full day.  We had swimming lessons bright and early in the morning, and then Story Time at a local library after that.  We had enough time to come home, have lunch, and make deviled eggs to take to Bunco that night.  Then, I’d have plenty of time for Claire to take a nap while I got ready.  My hubby was going to come home early to watch Claire so that I could make my escape.

Swimming Lessons and Story Time go without a hitch.  Even lunch was a success.  It was almost time for Claire’s nap, but she wanted to help me make “doubled eggs.”  So, I set the water to boil, boiled the eggs, and I let her pull up a kitchen chair to the sink to help me peel the eggs when they were done.

I have a system for deviled eggs that works for me.  It’s an appetizer that I love to make, and I know the recipe by heart.  As I’m mixing up the ingredients for the innards, Claire is running cold water over the eggs.  (They aren’t really hot at this point, so she is in no danger of burning herself.)

I turn around to put the mayonnaise and mustard back in the fridge.  I kneel down to find the right spaces, and all of a sudden, the kitchen chair Claire is standing on comes flying across the room and smashes into the cupboards right behind my head.  In a split second, I whip around and see Claire land smack on the floor, flat on her face, out flat like a trapeze artist who has missed his mark.

My brain can’t even really process what has happened.  The crash of the chair scared me half to death and seeing her fall like that made my heart stop.  How did this happen?  She wasn’t goofing around at all!

Because I’m already on the floor, I roll her over onto her back with one arm and open the freezer with the other.  I immediately put one icepack on her cheek and get the other one out just in case.  That’s when I see her arm.

Her right arm has a bruise in the form of a line, right above her elbow, and it’s already starting to swell.  My voice is calm and I’m telling her to calm down, and it will be okay, and I’m trying to believe the words myself.  I put the other icepack on her arm and pick up the phone.

My husband is nearly impossible to reach at the office, but I try there on the off chance that he’s at his desk.  He is.  I try not to panic but tell him that I don’t need to call 911 (no blood spurting, and no visible broken bones), but I’m calling the nurseline to see what they say about tips for telling how a bone is broken without using an x-ray machine.  I just wanted to give him a heads up.

I call the nurseline, and after answering their matrix of questions, it’s determined that I should take Claire to the pediatrician or the ER to be checked out.  I call the pediatrician, and they can get us in right away.  It’s in the same hospital as the ER, so x-rays won’t be an issue if they feel those are necessary.

Meanwhile, Claire is in good spirits.  She has stopped crying.  She tells me her face hurts a lot, but her arm only hurts if I poke it.  “Pet it gently Momma, and it won’t hurt as much,” she keeps telling me.

A trip to the hospital and one Sleeping Beauty Sticker later it’s determined that her arm isn’t broken.  He also checked out her cheekbone and her mouth.  No fractures there either.

We barely make it back in time for me to finish making the deviled eggs and get to my Ladies’ Night Out festivities.  “I don’t think I’m going to help you this time, Momma…okay?” was what Claire had to say when I asked her if she wanted to help me finish the project.  I didn’t blame her!

I still don’t know exactly what happened.  The accident reconstruction of the event did not match the injuries or position of the body, so it’s still a mystery.  I’m just glad I was right there, and that we got ice on everything right away.  You can’t even see a bruise on her cheek, and her arm looks worse than it feels.

So, that was Day One, Chair One.  What about the other two?  Friday’s Main Event involved a dining room chair, the back of her head and the carpeted floor.  (That one scared her more than anything, but the thump of her head is never a sound I like to hear.)  Saturday’s Smack Down included a tumble off of a small chair in Momma’s office, only this time her fall was broken by the play kitchen set, which again, made more racket than damage I think.

Momma has laid down the law, and new rules have been established with regard to proper chair usage.  We’ll see if this helps, but I’m not so sure.  I mean, in a majority of the cases, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.  In the meantime, it’s a good thing we have more than one ice pack, because they’re barely having time to solidify before we need to use them again.