Yesterday Becca and Joe hit a tree (or really big bush, depending on who's telling the tale), and Becca hurt her leg. She spent the rest of the day on the couch, only crying when anyone tried to bend her right knee or foot (no swelling or obvious bruises). Last night was miserable (for several of us), so today she went to the doctor and came home with a cast and a diagnosis: hairline fracture of the right tibia.
This experience has brought to the forefront some big blessings:
- Becca's siblings--Yesterday we took turns sitting with her and holding her hand, as she didn't want to be alone. Her brothers, and especially Marianna, spent time watching movies, reading books, and playing games with her.
- Our wonderful neighbor, who works for a large orthopaedic practice. She was able to not only recommend a fine physician, but to also help us make an appointment on this post-ice day, surely a busy one for such a group. Thanks, M!
- My husband--He was off from work today, and so took Becca to her appointment. He knows medical language and can read an x-ray, so I had more peace of mind knowing he was there. I think Becca did, too. She's been wanting me to snuggle and hold her hand, but when it's time to carry her to the bathroom or from place to place, it's Daddy she calls for.
She'll be in her purple cast for up to 5 weeks. So far there's a lot of couch time; we've also brought in the big stroller to use as transportation and easy chair. I'll keep you updated.
Thank you, Lord, for keeping Rebecca from permanent harm. Please speed her healing.