So, it was the first "normal" Friday night of football season. Can you tell I'm married to a sports announcer??? Barrett was gone to a game. I had ordered pizza and was folding clothes and watch TV(and listening to the radio). The kids were outside playing with the neighbors. Suddenly, Dalton ran in and called "Mama!" with that voice that said, "There's something really wrong here."
Bobbye Sue comes back to my room. She was covered in blood from her nose to her throat. At first, I wasn't sure where the blood was coming from. I got her laying down on the bed and got the bleed stopped enough to see it was from her nose. She said her (right) wrist hurt and the was I big knot on it, and she cringed whenever I touched her.
I told Dalton to call Granddaddy (Barrett's dad) and I hurried to get ready to go. She was crying; Dalton kept saying, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Piece by piece, I gradually begin to comprehend what had happened. Apparently they were "experimenting" with a new was to use the tire swing. She was lying on top of the tire, holding the rode and Dalton was swinging her by her legs. (This is something I can imagine my brothers and I doing years ago.)
Well, needless to say, her hand slipped and she kissed the dirt. It's been rrumored that there was a dog leash involved too, but I chosen to close my "Mama" eyes to that little bit of information.
So we head off to the ER to find that Bobbye Sue did fracture her wrist. (& yes, she is right handed and it is the start of a new school year.)
I must say, I'm really proud of Dalton; he stepped up and took care of his baby sister. All went well until she asked him to hold the other hand while the doctor splinted the other and Dalton squeezed it too hard. His reasoning; to divert the pain.
Ahhh, I gotta love my little people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!