Bad Day, Bad Mom
Tuesday, June 2, 2009 
Chloe Works It, despite Broken Arm...
Have you ever had a bad day, that snow balled into an ass kicking monster of a mind fuck?
I have. It was yesterday.
My daughter fell off the monkey bars last thursday, she had an ace bandage wrap from the school and seemed OK. No one called me so I chalked it up to her dramatic nature. I dropped her off with her Dad on Saturday, told him to keep an eye on it, that it was most likely sprained. She wasn't complaining about it, and she was satisfied to go swimming and eat sushi wearing an ace bandage.
On Sunday evening after I picked her up from her Dad's house, her fingers were blue and the arm was immobile. I took her to the ER early Monday morning. We got an X-ray and a cast. I felt so guilty, I cried.
And she consoled ME. I am currently accepting donations for her future therapist bills. Especially since I took her on a photo shoot and had her work the camera, (she's really good at it as you can see in the picture).
Anywhooo, upon arriving back at the school to deliver my wounded child, my oldest daughter was in the office puking in a trash can. So I spent the rest of the day, alternating gatorade and a bucket.
My guilt is overwhelming, I'm looking for a gift to make it up to her, I'm thinking a Starbucks Card and the keys to my car.
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Reader Comments (3)
Two years ago I took a trip to Hawaii with my family. While we were there my grandma broke her arm. apparently we were supposed to help her do just about everything and we dropped the ball.. The doctors kept her arm in an ace bandage for a long time to let the swelling go down before they put a cast on it..... chalk the days Chloe was in the ace bandage up to letting the swelling go down prior to being put in a cast.... a good excuse + a little denial = less guilt
Hang in there, most parents make bigger mistakes than this!
Thanks thats makes me feel a tiny bit better. I still can't believe that I made her have a photoshoot!!!
Don't worry. I broke my ankle in a soccer game when I was 14. My parents said it was just sprained and I played the rest of the game on it. Then they dropped me off for the weekend at my grandma's house and they left town for the weekend. I walked around all weekend on it. When they got back I begged my mom to take me to the doctor and she did....she dropped me off and went to the grocery store. When she came back I was in a cast up to my knee, sitting in the waiting room looking sad. I turned out okay without therapy! (I think)