It's Sophie's Turn

I'm so tired.  It's a good thing I was sick on Saturday and not today.  Or yesterday.  Or Sunday.  Because now that I'm better it's free reign for the kids.  In the two and half years we've lived here, Sophie's asthma has taken a back seat to Jane's.  Aside from the occasional seasonal wheeziness, she's not had a lot of problems.  Well, come Sunday night it all caught up with her and about an hour after falling asleep she woke up with some major wheezing and retracting and sounded just terrible.  The nebulizer got quite the workout over the next 12 hours {nothing says fun like a 2 to 3 AM jaunt with Sophie and some albuterol} as we tried to keep her comfortable and tide over until we could get her to the doctor the next morning.

Luckily, I was able to get an appointment first thing in the morning and after hardly any wait we were able to go back and be seen by the nurse practitioner.  After checking her out they discovered that even though her oxygen levels were really good, she was still really tight and wheezy and kept coughing.  So, they gave her an albuterol treatment mixed with some Atravent and a dose of oral prednisone just for good measure.  With a prescription for the Orapred under our belts and instructions to continue the albuterol every 4 hours for the next couple of days we were on our way and Sophie was so happy she could go to school so she wouldn't miss the Girl Scout party that was happening in the afternoon. 

When I got a message from the school nurse this afternoon, my first thought was, "Oh no -- her asthma is flaring up again!"  I was a bit surprised, however, when the nurse had nothing to say about her breathing and instead informed me that Sophie had fallen on the playground and her wrist was hurting.  When I was finally able to get a hold of the nurse and get more details, she said she had kept her in for a bit while she ate lunch, iced her wrist, and then sent her back to class with instructions to keep an eye on her.  She asked if I wanted to bring some kind of pain medication to school for her, but since both the little ones were napping and I figured the school day would be over soon enough anyway, I told her I'd just wait till she got home.

When she DID get home, I was surprised to see she was still crying about her wrist and seemed to be genuinely hurting still.  To be honest, I'm always a little skeptical when it comes to Sophie's "injuries" because of her slight streak of hypochondria.  Not to mention she's a bit dramatic.  BUT -- it didn't seem as though she were faking the pain.  She tearfully told me that a boy from her class had pushed her off the monkey bars and that's how she had fallen and gotten hurt.  I knew she was probably really hurting when she didn't want to go down and play with the neighbors when they called a few minutes later.   

And of course, tonight WOULD be the night that our ward was doing it's Trunk or Treat Halloween party.  And of course, Scott would already be there to help set things up with the Youth.  So, not really knowing what to do about Sophie, I gathered the kids and their makeshift costumes up and carted us off to the church.  Not helping matters was the fact that Sophie tripped coming up the stairs from the basement with Alex's costume and fell on her hurt arm right before we left and then fell again in the car as she was trying to get out once we were there.  We are one sorry bunch.  See below.   Hahahaha.

Ethan didn't bother with a costume at all and Grace threw on Jane's {WAY too small} Dorothy costume at the last minute after Jane decided to ditch that look in favor of THIS one.  And she was quite proud of it.  Sophie was the only one who stayed true to her vision from the beginning of the season until the end and wore a Cinderella costume.  Alex was a frog by default seeing as to how it's the only costume in our bin that is in his size. 

I think in her mind this was a "princess" costume.

 I think Ethan was the only other kid to wear this one.  I'll have to dig up a picture for the next post.  

We arrived at the party with the older ones already hyped up beyond control, Jane already a tired and melting down mess, and Sophie crying over her wrist and wanting Scott.  Luckily, she saw him right away at the church and even more luckily a friend who is a doctor was at the party and helped us out by taking a look.  He thought it might be broken and then when another friend -- who is an orthopedic surgeon -- took a look at it and thought the same thing, we figured we'd probably be making a trip to the ER before the night was over. 

Happy Halloween!

We made it through the Trunk or Treat and as soon as it was over Scott headed over to the hospital with Sophie while I trudged home with the other 4.  I'm pretty sure I had heavenly help in heading off a Grace bedtime storm this evening and thankfully everyone fell quickly asleep once they were finally in bed.  Scott is still at the ER as I type and is waiting for the doctor's final word.  He did text me about 20 minutes ago to say that the x-rays show a fracture, but other than that I'm not sure what's going on.  So, pretty much par for the course, right?  Because this is already going to be the busiest week ever -- with something going on LITERALLY every single day through SUNDAY even -- so, why not throw in a little broken bone?  At least there's never a dull moment around here, right???

UPDATE:  It's a buckle fracture.  They're splinting it tonight and once the swelling goes down she'll get a cast tomorrow.  Awesome.  And Goodnight.